SUMMER

Jummer

The days are long. The sun rises early and stays up late, diligently performing its chores. The world is green. All plants, from a humble weed to a mighty tree, when there is moisture, combine the wonderful alchemy of sun, soil and water to achieve growth. Summer possesses the land.

Summer is the open road. Strange and distant places lure one from one's own fireside. Elusive horizons hold tantalizing promises of things to see and things to do. All the experiences of which one is part when answering the call of the open road remain and become vivid memories to be shared with others when the days of summer are gone.

Summer is for remembrance. The child, free from the confining tasks of school, finds summer the season of the out-of-doors. The penalty of growing up is felt more deeply in summer than at any other time of the year. Responsibilities of life are such during maturer years a person cannot put them aside and live the life of the carefree vagrant when the wonderful world of Nature beckons from outside the office or the kitchen window. One of the joys of being a graybeard must be to recall the adventures of summer when he and the world were young.

Summer in Arizona has many personalities depending on where one goes. In the desert, where the sun is a tyrannical despot, plants wisely put to work all their protective efforts to conserve moisture and ward off the rays of the sun. Where irriga-