Last night a monsoon dust storm visited the Phoenix area with strong angry winds causing havoc in our peaceful desert. Our tidy farm is in disarray but the trees are still standing, chicken coops are undisturbed, even the barn is standing proud in it’s defeat against mother nature.
Unfortunately the storm didn’t produce a single drop of rain. It’s now more than four months since the vegetation on our farm experienced anything more than a sprinkle of moisture.
I read more and more about sustainable living, growing our own food, and how to better use the land on which we dwell. That’s obviously not an option here, at least not without having a water bill in excess of $350 a month. I just paid the water & electric bill this morning, just shy of $600… and it will go up next month as the heat rises to a steady 110+.
Phoenix, Arizona… a lovely place to live, if you are content to be at the mercy of utility companies and grocery stores.
This is me, living in Phoenix in July. Where it’s so dang hot that you begin dress like an idiot… and don’t even care!
On the Positive Side…
My pride and joys are many, but today’s gratitude belongs to the three stunning pine tress on the property that flatter our farm, and the fresh eggs from my lovely ladies. Oh… and my husband who pays for
mostly all of it.