Amazing how fast this year is flying by. It seems just like yesterday I was doing my diet to kick the New Year off and then meet the Goodboys in Vegas for our annual post-Super Bowl week go-round. Now here we are, just a little more than a week away from the longest day of the year, we’re just weeks away from the start of monsoon season, and the forecasters at Accuweather.com are already speculating about what an El Nino winter is going to mean for us here in the West and Southwest.

Actually, it seems to me we’re already seeing a slight increase in our humidity levels, as during my post-walk swim tonight I kept getting whiffs of Texas sage, which always responds to a little humidity with its familiar, musky smell. The limes on our lime tree are coming along, although it doesn’t look like the same kind of bumper crop we had last year.

Without Daylight Savings Time out here it’s already bright, though not sunny, at five o’clock in the morning. It torks the rabbits off because now they know that, even though their room is filled with light they still have a couple of hours to wait before their morning treats, banana slice, and breakfast.

And you always know the year is moving along as preparations for Goodboys Invitational weekend begin to kick into high gear. The occasional golfers in the group will start thinking about hitting the driving range for the first time, and e-mails between various Goodboys indication pigeon sheet bets have started filling my hime e-mail inbox.

The longest days also mean it’s nearly time to start paying attention to the tropics – something I’m sure Rob dreads, especially after a couple of years of light hurricane activity in the Gulf. Here’s hoping for another one. Of course, here in Arizona we wouln’t mind if one of those Pacific storms hits somewhere near Baja California and brings some of their moisture this way.

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For all who might be wondering, Butterscotch is doing well in her new habitat with my sister-in-law’s rabbits “the Beastie Boys”. She’s having a great time and getting all the attention she could ever ask from her two new suitors. Isn’t that what any female bun could ask for?