|My desolate window box|
San Diego however, doesn't believe in such nonsense. Winter brings on loads of rain and (whenever the rain stops) slightly cooler but still sun filled weather. It is the beginning of the growth season here. Roses drink in the rain and sigh with relief at the end of the dry season. The remaining sun is still hot enough to bake her new spurs crimson and paint her buds brilliant. My late planting tomato, after a bucketful of sun sweet harvest in August, decided to sprout another set of heavy branches with yellow blossoms and tiny green fruits after the October rain.
Of course, autumn mums want to join in this cheerful company, adding their friendly smiles to the mix. Even my aloes and cacti, especially my aloes and cacti, shot off new growth and flower stocks upon the first rain of the cool season like soldiers hearing battle horns, racing to explode into shades unbeknown to the summer desert landscape, contrasts sharply with their stoic expressions, stony planters and prickly demeanors.