My month of July has swiveled dizzyingly, like the very windiest hairpin turns on Highway 1 in Big Sur, between nature and nurture. I’m not talking about the old argument that gets bantered around during studies on twins separated at birth. I’m talking about the real-life Mother Nature and honest-to-God put-it-all-out-there nurture. It all began as a new day dawned with unnaturally hot weather for Northern California. By 9am, it was 90-something degrees, warm enough that Siena and I decided to brave the icy neighborhood pool.