The Friday Bike Ride

As usual in the last few weeks of summer, a row of thunder clouds rose today above the mountains separating coastal San Diego from the great desert that stretches from the eastern part of the county all the way to Texas.  Rain almost never comes in August. We’re accustomed here to summer drought, but a litany of warnings that our planet is in the process of warming has me feeling uneasy about dryer than usual conditions.  Four of the photographs are related to that uneasiness.  A vivacious, perky weather woman on television delighted in telling us that perhaps, only perhaps, a tropical system moving up the Baja California peninsula might bring rain soon... “significant rain,” she said.   I’ll believe it when I see it and feel it. 

I know a beautiful little zinnia that could benefit from a good rain shower.