To Irrigate

When I was a child here in Phoenix one of the delights was the flooding of yards. Remembering wading and holding a foot over the spouting cool water came back in a flood of sweetness today. I walked in the heat to the Art Museum and passed this memory stoker with great reflections to boot.

It is 99 right now as I head out to a heated car, with the 100's predicted through the week. Walking at 6 to 7/8 is great! After that, well it is a bit much.