Sedona's two summers

Prickly pear cactus blooms

At the local chamber of commerce, they boast about Sedona’s four-season climate, something special in this desert state. But by my count, Sedona has five seasons. We experience two summers (something we share with Phoenix, Tucson, and other Sonoran desert cities): a hot and dry foresummer, followed by the monsoon, marked by higher humidity and fierce afternoon thunderstorms. 

April might have been the cruelest month in Chaucer’s world, but here in Arizona, it’s May.

Summer seemed to blow in overnight to central Arizona, dropping the humidity below 15 percent and drying up tender spring wildflowers. Nearly every day is hot and windy, and the scent of smoke is in the air from four wildfires burning in the Prescott and Tonto national forests. The small community of Crown King (near Prescott) was evacuated a couple days ago. The national weather service posts red flag warnings (when conditions are ripe for wildfire) almost daily.

We face a long stretch until monsoon-pattern rain rides in like the cavalry and rescues us from the tinder-dry conditions. Fire restrictions are in place on every national forest in the state.

That’s the big picture. Meanwhile, we have little annoyances as well, and some of the littlest are the most annoying. If you hike in the Four Corners area, you know I’m talking about cedar gnats, nasty little creatures that are hard to see (hence, their alias, no-see-ums) but leave huge welts when they bite. Cedar gnats make hiking in piñon-juniper woodlands an ordeal for about six weeks every spring. They find every patch of exposed skin, leaving red bites at the vee of a collar, the edge of a sleeve, or along the hairline. Searching for moisture, they’ll fly into hikers’ eyes, nostrils, and mouth. The wind keeps them away for the most part, but as soon as it’s calm, they come out in droves.

The dry foresummer also drives forest dwellers into neighborhoods in search of water. A few days ago, a bobcat walked across the yard. Smaller creatures try to escape the heat by sneaking indoors. I found an angry scorpion in the living room Sunday night, brandishing his tail at me. (I scooped him up in a glass and took him outside, where I hope he’ll stay.)

But the months of May and June aren’t all bad. The sun sets late, and the long evenings feel like bonus time. Nights are cool, perfect for sleeping with the windows open to the tangy/spicy scent of the desert. Wildflowers have given way to jewel-bright cactus blooms.

Seasons remind us that change is inevitable, and that most everything has its pluses and minuses. In the world of freelancing, for example, it seems like every contract is balanced by a stack of rejection letters. (I read once that dedicated magazine freelancers sell about 10 percent of their work.) But after years of sweating the dry spells, I’ve learned that the rains eventually return.