Ah, Summer 2017. The shortest, yet sweetest summer I’ve ever known.
I read somewhere that the San Luis Valley has gotten three times the amount of rainfall than normal this season. I’ve wasted a few precious minutes trying to confirm this, and all I can say is it sounds about right. If the metric for a desert is an area that gets less than ten inches of rain per year—and the San Luis Valley gets 9.57 inches on average—then we’ve shed our high alpine desert status, if only for this year.
The grass is green and growing in our front yard for the first time in what is probably ages (our house was empty for years before we bought it and moved in). The potato crop across the high valley is coming in weeks early. It’s probably been the best year for local agriculture in recent memory.
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One of our prettier ferals, Blondie, enhances this shot of the afternoon light on our supernaturally green lawn.
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It’s somewhat inconveniencing if you like to take your evening walks, only to get ambushed by yet another thundershower, but I’ll take the thundershowers over drought and wildfires any day, any season.
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| Standing water on the basketball court at Chapman Park. |
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| Muddy track at Chapman Park. I had to make my circuits in the grass. |
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| One day I’m going to get the perfect shot of this vista from the northwest corner of the park. |
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| It’s getting dark, the bugs are biting, and the mosquito sprayer truck is stinking up the town. Time to head back. |
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