New Seasons

We met up with a group from Redlands yesterday who are out in Arizona for the annual archaeology field school that Josh participated in for two years.  As we hiked around the pinyon-juniper forests looking for important Native American sites, it hit me . . . my sense of annual seasons has totally changed.  A huge part of it has been the weather.  I read the weather reports from Redlands and am thankful that we aren't in the heat anymore but it's made it hard to realize just what time of year it is.  At this time last year we were getting ready for Josh to graduate, I was deep into training for my first marathon, and we were both thinking about ways to beat the heat.  Now we're in the windy reprieve before the monsoon season starts awaiting finals week, and getting ready to start working full-time for the summer.  But it doesn't feel like equivalent time, it's feels sooner than it actually is.  It feels like it's still in the middle of spring instead of the beginning of summer.  That all may change within the next few weeks as the school year ends and we prepare for our summer plans.  But what strikes me is the difference that comes from changing your location and the natural rhythms that dictate how a year is played out.

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[Josh]

Seriously, we get like 20 hours of daylight up here :)