In just this past week the pale green bushes called Texas Ranger have exploded with purple and lavender blooms. Many people let them grow in their natural state, a low spiky bush that fans out like a star, but I have seen many in town or on people's lawns that are clipped and cropped into unnatural balls or squares. I prefer the natural shape myself.
On Tuesday a storm rolled through with crashes of thunder and flashes of lightening. It rained hard for a few minutes, but then tapered off to a gentle rain. The temperature dropped nicely, leaving the air fresh with a gentle breeze blowing in from the desert. I threw the windows wide and curled up on my chaise to read a book. The gentle patter of rain filled the rest of my afternoon. It didn't stop until evening.
The next night the rain held off almost until sunset. In the east a sheet of rain fell over Vail as the setting sun's light was refracted into a rainbow. Clouds in the foreground changed from gray to smokey pink and back to gray again. Along the eastern horizon beyond the storm the sky was a particular shade of grayish blue that's hard to describe but very beautiful. Across the wash a buff stucco house stood out in stark contrast to the sky.
We fell asleep last night to the gentle sounds of rain. We left the air conditioning off so we could leave the windows open to the sound with the cool fresh air wafting in. I was awakened after midnight by the heat and humidity. The rain had stopped; the storms had passed. I shut the windows, returning the house to its air conditioned state.
This morning the finches are bathing in the puddles from last night's storms. Outside the fences are covered with their raspberry colored droppings, evidence of the prickly pear fruit they have devoured. When the rain comes it washes the fences clean, but it doesn't take long for them to get covered again.