Here on the central coast of California, we look forward to a green, rather than white, Christmas. While we love our golden hills of summer, we crave green in the winter. During last year’s drought our summer hills turned dun. Even the golden grasses dried up and blew away, and this lasted through winter. But this year our green came early and I’ve been revelling in it.
Here are some recent photos of the green-wonderland behind our home.
My husband and our dog Mitzy.
Amazing oaks!
A fallen giant.
Shadows and moss.
Sunlight breaking through.
The Three Sisters.
Home again.
