After just a couple of inches of rain over two days stuff is already starting to sprout. I admire their optimism but with the Santa Anas blowing it’s hard to believe they will survive.

This time of year is normally what we call false spring (of course winter is when everything grows), we get a little rain, just enough to get the wildflowers started then not enough to wet your whistle for another six weeks and by then the grass takes over, sigh.

I just can’t share their optimism.