Our rain hasn't happened yet. We have had the cloudy days, the winds and furniture flying across the patio, nightly frost, but no real rain.
It is as if God is teasing us with what we can't have...
We only see photos of the over abundance that the rest of the country is cursed with. As if putting frosting on a cake, the rain has been clumped in the center with the intention of spreading it to the edges. We are the very bottom corner, down by the cake plate, the area that never gets covered with that frosting.
These photos were taken last evening near our house. The structures in the left (of the photo above) are a concrete plant. Concrete plants are everywhere in our valley, with CEMEX being one of the bigger operators. There is not a day I am not passing cement trucks on the road - and gaining a chip in my windshield from such trucks!
Knowing that the weather is holding and that the dog park is just miles away, our crew load into the Mini Cooper to go. Any open car door is an invitation to jump in for a ride. Big old Gus is hidden in these photos - I think in the front seat. He's too smart to cram his bottom in the back seat with these three.!
(This photo is a reflection of the paparazzi snaps of movie stars, haha).