We don’t take much to complaining here at the farm. Life is a blessing, and while things can (and do) go wrong all the time, we prefer to look at the positive. When its 75 degrees and sunny in late January, it’s hard to complain. When you still have mint in the garden, flowers, bees and hummingbirds, it’s hard to complain. And it is even harder to complain when we have tasty winter veggies and citrus thriving in the garden.
But this seemingly endless summer is a problem. Outside the fence line (and away from irrigation) California is brown and dry. Parched. We have a serious drought. And even for a state that always seems short on water, we are truly short right now. Usually California is green in winter and then brown in summer. It’s looking like a brown year.
At this point the plants and animals are already assuming spring. Our blueberries are flowering, narcissus and daffodils are popping, birds are nesting. It is all beautiful, but slightly our of place, seeming almost artificial. We just hope when the rain comes…if it comes…that all will recover. We are still hopeful for rain (and snow in the mountains). Winter isn’t quite over yet. There is still time.