No juvenile felines were present, whiskered or otherwise. But one of the the orange-ish roses looked amazing.
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It didn’t take much.
Rain in SoCal in May is reasonably rare. The average is 0.31″ for the entire month.
Today’s official total at Van Nuys Airport was only 0.01″. The closest weather station to us reported 0.10″.
It wasn’t even enough to wash the layers of dirt off my car. It was only enough to make it splotchy and look worse than normal.
But the white and pink rose bush took it hard.
As it’s supposed to, I guess. The rose bush didn’t seem to mind. For all I know there are critters out there that are going to eat well over the next few days on these rose petals.
But I’ll miss them.
On a day which featured a truly ugly and horrible thing along with all of the usual crap, it was a surprise and a small joy to find these next to the mailbox when I got home:
If they’ve ever been there before in the eleven months we’ve lived here, I’ve been blind to them.
Which may in fact be the biggest takeaway. It’s possible that they only bloom for a few minutes a day around sunset, or that they only bloom for a few days every year…
…but I’m going to go with the probability that they’ve been there before, but I was busy getting the mail and ignoring the flowers that were six inches from my feet.
I did not stop to smell them – one thing at a time. (Plus, they’re not roses. I don’t know what they are, but they’re not roses.)
Thinking tonight of those who are having much shittier days that I did.
Then came the rains that caused mudslides, flooding, and rock slides as the denuded hillsides had nothing to hold the soil.
But life is cyclic. (Life is also “psychotic,” but we’re going for upbeat and cheerful tonight, so work with me here.) The plants that covered those hillsides have evolved over millennia to have their seeds survive those brushfires – some even require it occasionally. And all of that rain followed by our current bouts of warm weather lead to…
Five months ago, these hills were black and smoking, not a single green or living thing in sight. Our house and the west end of the San Fernando Valley is beyond those hills about four miles. The fire had started up there and then headed straight south, coming down over these ridges, jumping the 101 Freeway into Agoura, then south through Mailbu to be stopped only by the Pacific Ocean.
You can see the trees that may or may not ever recover. These must have a chance because the crews have already cut down hundreds of them that were totally gone. But while the trees may take years to come back and recover, the grasses and weeds come back much faster. Everything out here is now covered in yellow mustard flowers and purple sage.
Of course, we’re still on that aforementioned cycle – all of this growth will turn brown in July, and by November…