Sweltering in the Garden

We huddled under the umbrella, seeking shelter from the sun.  

The soil itself is just too hot to support new life.  We can't plant any of the seeds Rillito Nursery donated.

The weeds which had overgrown the ground have been trampled and smooshed by little feet.  Broken and despairing, they succumbed to the sun and the lack of water.  They are now remnants of their former selves, lying there, pale and yellow.

The gardeners noticed a new hole at the edge of one of the big, please-don't-jump-on-that, rocks.  Being children, they were curious and their curiosity led to poking their feet around the edges, which led to kicking loose dirt in its direction, which was headed toward poking a stick inside to see what was in there.

Remembering that Poison Control in Arizona calmed my reptilian qualms by pointing out that 99% of snake bite cases are the result of drunken young men with pointed sticks, I stepped into the conversation, explained that it was some beast's home and that they might not welcome our intrusion.  

Yes, it might be a lizard, but it might be a snake.

That put an end to that adventure.

We moved on to watering our citrus tree, and sending seeds home in Solo cups filled with soil, and standing under the hose.  The principal came by to say hello, smiling at the soaking wet students as they ran to line up.

It was a lovely day.  Thanks for being here to read this so that I can remember it.  The Burrow is a two way street.