Portrait of my back yard. And I did not dink with the colors. I have watered my pots a few times but not the main part of the yard. Green, it's important to me to live somewhere where things are green. I grew up in the semi-arid Sacramento Valley and I woulldn't have it. I looked forward for those few weeks in the spring when the grasses shown green but soon they faded to the grayish brown. You could call it golden but I thought it just looked dead.
The western part of the Pacific Northwest is green. It's also dark and wet. But I don't care!
Ilana's here; she just took Teddy for a walk. She muses "I thought it was hot out there, see it's 70!" A true Puget Sound girl. I remember when we first moved here, when the temperature got over 70, people would say
"How are you handling the heat" acting just way too hot followed by
"But it will end soon...." wisfully
What?? We had just moved from Chico in the upper end of that same Sacramento Valley where it got hot (like over 90 or worse) every day in the summer and stayed that way for months. Long growing season. You could grow tomatos, peppers and, of course, zucchini. I know I wrote recently about the hospitality custom in the Sacramento Valley. When you went for a social call, you brought your zucchini as a gift. Your host was expected to accept your zucchini but you were bound to also accept their zucchini that they presented to you.
Not that I could handle thatheat now.
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