January is the perfect time to appreciate the design of trees. Without leaves, you can clearly see the structure and pattern of the branches. Each branch is a miniature of the tree. The branches form interesting frames for the clouds and sky. You can also clearly see the birds that reside in your area. Their feathers are different colors from other seasons but you can see their shapes, observe who gathers where and when, and figure out who is in charge of the neighborhood.
In January the pool is too chilly for swimming, despite some perceptions that it is sunny and warm year-round. There is winter in the desert. It’s just more subtle than the iconic images of snow and icicles. The deciduous trees are bare, revealing the shapes of birds and letting in the sounds of traffic. Occasionally fog obscures the mountains. Quail, doves, and bunnies fluff up against the cold until the sun arcs across the south. Numerous plants go into a state of dormancy while others bear fruit.
January is a time of hope for rain and snow to recharge the groundwater supply. In mid-January the temperatures start to warm up and it seems like we won’t get any precipitation. But then there is the Waste Management Phoenix Open at the end of January. Every year there is a downpour at some point of the tournament and I am cheering for the rain. I gleefully watch the weather forecast and images of rain washing out the roads in the area. (I should say that while I am not a fan of golf, this tournament is the most sustainably-managed event of its kind.) Rain is breaking news here. I am always happy to see its return this time of year.