MeXscape

The other night, Chuck and I were on the way home when I remembered we needed ice. Buying ice is a necessity this time of year. I am a person who likes my drinks cold, which means many cubes per drink. I own three ice trays – that's the limit my freezer can hold. With the indoor temperature at 90°F, my poor little freezer cannot make ice quickly enough to keep up with my need, so we buy it.

We've reached that time of year. The temperature is up. Humidity is at it's worst. It is still. There is not a puff of a breeze to be found anywhere. The rain has pretty much stopped, so there are no sudden storms to bring relief.

I know I complain, so I thought I should mention some of the things I love about all the rain. The field across from the house is in full bloom, which means it is covered with thousands of butterflies in glorious shades of red, orange, yellow, and white. The temperatures have been low enough for cozy socks and soup. And I certainly have had the time to get some pleasure reading done. But the very best thing about the rain has been the sunsets. I took this picture just a few minutes ago from our terrace:

It's been so long since we have talked! It's been a pretty rainy week here. It's been cloudy most of the time, and with the rain cooled air, I actually hunted out a pair of flannel pants, socks, and a robe. It got down to a chilly 78°F in the house. Okay, I also have the flu and was running a fever, but when normal room temperature is 86°F, 78 really is kinda cold.

Around 3:00 this morning, one heck of a thunderstorm blew through. The Spanish word for thunderstorm is one of the best words ever - tormenta. I think that sums it up pretty well. The wind was relentless and oh, the lighting. Not to mention the copious amounts of water that left us with some mop up to do this morning. What a gift the storm was!