This Week’s Update
The Sky Wrote It Down
September 23, 2026
Last week the monsoon remembered us. Not a polite sprinkle. A late, heavy-handed visit.
Tuesday night into Wednesday, the East Valley and the north side took one and a half to four inches. Roads went under. Somebody tried to drive a wash and had to be pulled out. At the airport, the high fell to ninety-five, then ninety. For a Phoenix September, that is the sky taking a breath.
Then the humidity sat on us like a wet wool blanket, and just as quickly the dry air marched back in. Dew points dropped into the twenties. Heat climbed toward a hundred again.
That is this desert’s joke. She will soak you, steam you, and toast you in the same week, and still expect you to plant.
On September 22, the equinox. Day and night shake hands and let go. Up north they call it fall. Here we call it the second spring — the real one.
The soil is finally holding water instead of turning it into steam. Schauberger used to say water wants to stay cool and alive. After a storm like that, the swales are speaking. Walk them. See where the sky chose to sit. Help it next time.
I am planting the fall and winter garden now. Not in a panic. In the window.
Broccoli, cabbage, and cauliflower still go in trays under shade. Carrot, beet, radish, chard, kale, and lettuce can meet the soil if I can keep the seedbed damp.
The harvest moon is September 26. Gather what the heat left us. Sow what the cool will feed us.
The sky already wrote the instructions. We only have to read the soil.
— Farmer Mark