Summer was too long. Day after day the advice was to stay inside. Limit the outdoor time to early morning and always make it a short time.
Summer was too hot. Day after day the temperature record was broken. Drink lots of water to avoid dehydration, the TV advertised.
Summer was too dry. Day after day the weatherman promised the monsoon was on the way, possibly at night. It never came.
Then came September. Fall was on the way. Colorful leaves falling from trees, if one lived in the midwest or north east. Here on the desert one settles for a later morning light and an earlier dark night.
And maybe now it’s fall. The morning air is cool. The weatherman predicts high winds, blinding dust, drive cautiously – pull all the way off the road, turn out the lights. Better it may be to stay home. You’ve been warned. Rain might fall and it may be snow in the mountains. It will smell fresh and be really cold.
What happened to the weather plan? In early November, one morning arrived at 37 degrees in the back yard. That is cold and is not fall weather. Snow on Mt Lemmon.
Time to cover the plants – maybe find the wool shirts and fleece suits. Turn the irrigation water off. Turn the furnace on.
Just wait and see; fall may be coming to the desert.