Just read about your Cat Mafia’s on another post - how cute they are!
It smelled so fresh and clean. The older I get, though, the less I can tolerate the heat. (I thought it was supposed to be the other way around!)<<<
The heat this year, got out of hand, some years it is not that bad here.
The smell of the desert is the Creosote bushes releasing their healing oils into the air.
Years ago, I had a couple of books on the “If you have T.B., move to Arizona”.
One of them thought the healing factor was the Creosote Bush and its oils and suggested that the patient go out and stay out as long as possible after a rain.
We often stopped at a T.B. camp in Yuma County on our prospecting trips and would have bought it, but the family would not sell it.
A charming spot, neat and rock edged walks, to the cabins that folks stayed in.
The Man who owned it, had built it for his wife, she had T.B., they were from Michigan as I recall.
There was also a small gold mine on the knoll, enough gold to buy food and what was needed, if worked and that is how they survived for many years.
The wife was bed ridden and one day the husband collapsed and died across her in the bed.
She could not get up, and laid there for several days, until someone came.
She lived for years more in a Tucson rest home.
I was telling Judge Underdown about it and how I liked to stop there and it turned out that he had been the Corneror called when the husband died......
[Even my spell check cannot spell corneror...so say it fast]
A day or so before a rain storm, it becomes a real battle to get enough air to breath, for it is heavier with the moisture.
Yes, the kitties are showing how they will rule, taking lessons from the ‘o’.