This time of year

I used to have romantic notions about the desert. It made me think of a gorgeous lone tree in the middle of nowhere, a place to get away from things (heat heals things). Maybe it was just the remoteness of the desert. And then a few years ago we camped for three nites in Indio and it turns out that there is not really much romance involved with intense heat. As it grows hotter here in Austin, I keep thinking, the summer could have romantic undertones. The evenings stay hot, but it is dark, surely there is something sultry and lovable about that. Honestly, I'm terrified of the heat that is to come. And I'm uber afraid that all I will talk about is the weather on this blog. But I will try not to. Promise. Instead I will continue to sneak up to my parents place, where a swimming pool and pretty plants await. I love that moment when you first step into the water, inch your way down, consider getting right back out because it's so cold.

p.s. there are fireflies here. fireflies!!