Until November 27th, we hadn’t had any rain in 186 days. Then the Thanksgiving storm rolled in off the Pacific and proceeded to dump so much water that the dry creek in my lower yard flowed the earliest it has in years. Normally we don’t see water in it until late January or February. Guess it’s going to be a wet year.
[…] and swing from a tire swing in one of the biggest oaks. In the winter they’d play in the seasonal creek that flowed through the valley, and summer they’d set up a tent and camp with their friends. […]