I was introduced to Doc Watson way back in college. He was a fixture in the folk music community for decades. As a matter of fact, if you read my post on The Joys of Live Music, you might be interested to know that the Kruger Brothers moved to North Carolina to be near Doc and learn from him.
But that wasn't what I wanted to write about today. Windy and warm also describes the weather we've been having in Tucson lately. While the northern parts of the United States are looking out for their first snowfall, here in Arizona we're enjoying the best part of the year. Clear skies (it's been two months since we had rain), temperatures in the seventies and eighties, low humidity, and, often, winds of twenty miles an hour or more as storms pass to our north on the way to create that snow in the Midwest.
No longer do I have to get up around five and force myself to go for an early walk to avoid the heat. I can have my more leisurely wake-up time, write for a few hours, then head outside to walk before breaking for lunch.
The desert doesn't change a whole lot in the fall. Oh, the mountains turn brown again because the vegetation dies back with no monsoon rains to nurture it. But we don't have deciduous trees to turn colors. We do, however, have grasses:
Most of the year, this particular grass is green, but I love in the fall when it turns red and waves in the wind.
There are disadvantages to this wind. After having a pre-cancerous growth removed from my scalp last year, I try to remember to wear a hat when I go for a walk. You learn to pay attention to signs of skin cancer in Arizona. But my hat wouldn't stay on in the wind this week. I wound up holding it in my hand instead.
The change in the weather reminded me it was time to schedule the annual maintenance on my furnace. They send out a reminder in October, but you often still need the air conditioning in early October so there's no sense of urgency. I guess a lot of people had the same thought with the change in the weather. The earliest appointment I could get was the first week in December. That's okay. I probably won't need to turn on the heat before December and then only at night.
Meanwhile I watch the kids play on the grass in the park across the street and the hummingbirds come to the feeder outside my office window. Along with the woodpeckers, who seem to enjoy the sugar syrup as much as the hummers. I love being in Tucson in November.