The clouds regularly come in from the North, but bunch up at the mountains just above Carefree highway. Unless we’re in for a huge storm, they won’t continue into Phoenix, but will slide off to the East and follow the mountains South until finally breaking loose over Mesa. Its a real shame when they’re raining.
Found this guy on our back porch tonight. He’s just a bit larger than a quarter — perhaps the size of a half-dollar. We think he’s a trapdoor spider, but it’s unusual to see one out and about. They normally hide in their hole, behind a trapdoor, waiting to snatch prey as it passes by. So no telling how he ended up on our porch — perhaps something ran him out of his lair?
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality. Never fully understanding the necessary plan…"
"The Once Again Prince," Separate Lifetimes by Irving Townsend