The usual descent into summer in the high desert foothills around here is to go from the high fifties and a rainshower every other week to the nineties and nary a drop for a month or two within the space of a few days. Before overgrazing in this valley in the early eighteen hundreds and again toward the end of the century and cheatgrass
invaded the Great Basin sometime at the turn of the nineteenth century, things were somewhat different, I'm sure, but now mid june marks the turn from green and promising to brown and tinder-parched.
The dirt roads are getting a bit dusty and hot, as well. Whew.
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