Summer arrived in Phoenix at 10:16 a.m. The weather at my house in the central city: 98 degrees, under a clear sky with the slightest of breezes that barely move outer tree branches. Forecasters predict a high of 113 later today, the highest temperature of the year to date. Phoenix has enjoyed mild temperatures this spring, although 100-degree days have piled up in the last few weeks.
This is the longest day of the year. And, for me, one of mixed emotions. Symbolically , it is the time the sun heads south, the light starting to go way, a decline of life. More real, the solstice is a sign the desert heat will not last forever, that in three or four months we can turn off the a/c and enjoy being outside again. The Winter Solstice, in December, is a happy time, and Nebra and I hope to celebrate the return of the light with our traditional supper, maybe with friends this year.