We're breaking record temperatures this weekend, and we are getting very little rain. Nothing is growing in the backyard. Of course, an EBA in a proper dessert is fine, but the yard with no flowers looks like a wasteland. On the other paw, it might be nice just to get out and catch the "golden hour."
Do you see this constant "on-the-other-paw-ism?" So many great ideas die being "aspirational," never becoming "operational." That's how we settle for the back rubs and cookies. We turn every day is a Bunday on the weekend, more or less successful, more or less failed. Like today, for example. My hoomin writes the post - I come over and rip his books and notes laid out on the floor - he writes with one paw and massages my back with the other. He could use a third hand - for dispensing cookies.
We'll keep you posted,