Dropping Dry

At last, the end of the summer. High fire season begins. The creeks are down to a bare trickle and the trees are so dry that the leaves begin to fall. The hillsides have been beige since late May since our rainy season ends in early April. Who can afford to water things around here?

The fire season always precedes the rain. I'm excited just thinking about the rain. It's too hot here for me and we don't waste money watering the grounds. It's a habitat. A gopher, deer and quail habitat. It looks pretty to me.