I took this picture right before I left for Connecticut. Little did I know it would be one of the last sunsets I would see for the next 2 weeks. Of the 14 days I spent on the east coast, it rained for 13 of them. Most days it rained all day long. The best and sunniest day was June 30, which also happens to be my Nana's birthday, though she passed away many years ago. I spent nearly 3 hours that morning watching birds at a new place in Colchester that my mother told me about. I took hundreds of photos and I have many stories to tell, but for today I am unpacking and refilling bird feeders and cleaning bird baths, all sorely neglected while I was gone. I thought the birds would all be gone when I returned but to my utter surprise I have already seen Gambel's quail, a Gila woodpecker, lesser goldfinches, house finches, a cardinal, mourning doves and the usual house sparrows since I got up this morning. A couple of black-throated sparrows have stopped by the dwindling seed blocks and over the wash the purple martins fly and twitter as they exercise their young for the long migration to come.
If I thought I was coming back to sunshine, I was sorely mistaken. As we stepped though the doors of the airport late last night I was greeted by the humid air of the monsoon fragrant with the scent of creosote bush. In the distance a flash of chain lightening crackled over the City of Tucson. this morning the air is still damp and heavy under gray skies thick with 69% humidity. Will we have a thundershower today? I don't know, but I am hoping for a fantastic sunset here in Sycamore Canyon tonight. It would be the perfect "Welcome Home."