Autumn arrived gently at the end of a very long, hot summer in Arizona. Fortunately we weren’t here to experience more than a couple months of it. And now the prize: warm, sunny days, cool nights with a light blanket. And the buzz of the fall season in Tucson as we slide into the holidays. Everything is pumpkin. Pumpkin beer, pumpkin breakfast cereal, pumpkin hand sanitizer, pumpkin deodorant. Well, OK, maybe not.
The days are still warm enough for swimming and the nights cool enough for a fire and a cuddle. Summer was more like, “Love you darling, but don’t touch me — it’s too darn hot.”
This is the time of year when I’m deliriously happy to be in Arizona and relieved NOT to be where most of my dear friends have hunkered down for the winter.
Jeff and Angela invited us on a glamping trip to the national forest near Willcox. We had a great time chopping wood, digging holes, cooking over the open fire and inhaling mosquitoes. We made flame broiled steaks and corn, Malaysian curry, roasted marshmallows with dark chocolate mouth-mix while enjoying the music of crickets and coyotes and great horned owls. It was all so very wild west dude ranchy. Alas, Arizona had a very wet summer and the mosquitoes are out in force this year. The winter freeze will reset them back to zero but it seems that climate change is turning southern Arizona into the subtropics…which is not a bad thing, honestly. I hate to admit this but I’ve taken to fogging the courtyards because it has gotten so bad with the skeeters. I give up on environmentalism when winged vampires are sucking my blood.
Here’s a little video encapsulation of early autumn in Tucson…
Here’s a little photo collage of the past 6 weeks of mountains and married life…
with Alan and Anna from New York
with lovely Ida Plotkin, everyone’s non-denominational, atheist Jewish grandmother who makes us dinner and shares her extraordinary heart and mind
With Rob and Ning and Jinjing and Austin and Alex on Mt. Lemmon.
Chuan next to a rare “crested” saguaro – on the left. It looks deformed. But it’s just special.
Half way up Mt. Lemmon on Windy Point Vista with Alex
in the tent on the glamping trip
he’s not doing yoga, he’s smashing mosquitoes
Fire is the best entertainment in the world.
Helped keep the bugs away.
first night at the new Yoshimatsu
tent view of the meadow
Working on the family car.
the backyard now 12 years under my care delights me enormously. it finally became the lush desert jungle I’ve always wanted
a picnic on Mt. Lemmon because the gays like a picnic according to Margaret Cho’s mother.
Happy hour glampsite.
ocotillos at moonrise
filing for the green card
with jinjing and the amazing little Austin who can say my name now. If one has to have kids, this would be the kid to have as he’s so charming and well-behaved.
An AMAZING dinner with Francis and Andrew at Wild Garlic Grill…truly the best meal in town for the price. Thank you, Andrew for this lovely wedding present.
filling out immigration papers at the lawyer’s office
in the trailer of my dreams at the vintage trailer show
First week at the new Welcome Diner in the 1964 renovated Chaffin’s / Sambo’s diner. Good food, small portions, high prices, super noisy but lovely mid-century charm
Alex with one of his lovely hats
with Alex on Mt. Lemmon
The women rehearsing Holst’s The Planets with the chorus. Monday night chorus is the highlight of my week. And maybe Chuan’s as well.
Chuan with his head in the clouds
with Anna from New York
the morning after breakfast
with Angela at the campsite
The meadow view just before I inhaled the mosquito.
At the modernism week vintage trailer show. Can you see I’m drooling for this trailer not just bc it’s perfection in a small package, but because it’s ORANGE!
parked in front of the TV
finally it’s cool enough to cuddle!
Saguaro National Park West
The scenesters have finally made it to Tucson. Love this couple. So fresh and who doesn’t look good with a road runner bag?
making it official at Claudia’s office
Next stop Grand Canyon.