It is the sere season in the desert, and the sight of clouds on the southern horizon has me salivating....images of billowing, dark rain-laden thunderheads boiling up into the stratosphere promising a cool drenching accented with crashing thunder and sudden lightning fill my dreams....but today it is 109 degrees Fahrenheit with a blast furnace wind sucking the moisture from every leaf and skin cell. Spring gave us warm days and cool evenings, with fresh air to fill the house each morning. Successive waves of color and scent rolled through the desert, with puddles of colorful petals falling like skirts around the trees and shrubs....yellow & orange around the palo verdes, red beneath the ocotillo, hot pink and purple circling the texas rangers....all beckoning our chakras to open and soak up this abundance against the dessicated times to come. Young birds have fledged with the promise to renew life for another season: Bell's vireos, Say's phoebes, verdins, black-tailed g...