…Wasn’t that the name of a Gogi Grant one-hit wonder? From the sounds of it, she was in that same early-to-mid 50s class of popular music artists as Rosemary Clooney / Jo Stafford (?); I’ll let Auntie Marge comment on that – she’d know better than anyone!

But I digress.

In New England where I come from, you can always tell from the sky when the weather is about to change for the worse. You have a nice day: blue sky, gentle or no breeze, but then that mackerel sky starts to appear, and you can bet your run of good luck is about to end.

Here in the Arizona desert, it is the wind that tells you a change in the weather is about to happen. Case in point: yesterday afternoon. It was round 85 or so, with a high blue sky and intense sun that burned your skin even if you were out for a short walk. Around eight last night, we could tell a breeze had sprung up, ’cause we heard the wind chimes outside. This morning, we had the same blue sky as yesterday, but the air felt different and the sun not quite so intense. Sure enough, the wind picked up during the day, clouds formed, and the temperature dropped to around 70 – cool for this time of year. We even had a sprinkle pass through earlier tonight.

Walking outside tonight to figure out a) why my front lawn watering system seems to be no longer operational, and b) why my pool filter seems to be running on a different schedule (more on that another time – grrrr), I could see that the clouds had moved on, the wind too. The air has once again changed, and you can tell it will be back to the 80s again tomorrow. That’s weather here in central Arizona.

It’s been a relatively cool spring thus far, and very dry. People ’round here seem to think that means a hotter summer than usual (now THERE’S something to look forward to, eh?) with less chance of an extended monsoon in late summer. We’ll see.

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Status quo on the Mourning Dove Maternity Watch. Is it just my imagination, or are mom and dad starting to get tired of this routine? More and more, I see them catching short dove naps while in the nest…

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Today I found out I’m going to New Orleans for 3 days two weeks from this coming Saturday. The thought of it makes me excited, yet strangely apprehensive at the same time – almost like when you know you’re soon to meet someone you love, knowing they’ve been through a very difficult or different time and you don’t know what to expect.