I’d hoped to go for a hike this morning and bring you guys back pictures of the mountain turning green, chubby little quail puttering among shoots of grass and wildflowers that have sprouted from all our rains. The only thing is that it was supposed to rain today. Not a problem as far as keeping me inside–since our big storm, we’ve reverted to our pattern of little, short rains. But the deal was that if it did, I got the car. If it didn’t, las hermanitas got the car.
Talk about stacked odds.
There’s no way I could walk to the mountain, so I took a hike around the neighborhood and down the canal, thinking I could find some good sidewalk graffiti left by construction workers, or a particularly gnarled tree, or something to photograph. Turns out, I could’ve given you guys a sweeping vista of the mountain from the entrance to the canal path (oh, the irony), but I forgot my camera in my haste to leave before the dog realized I was taking a walk without her.
So you’ll have to be happy with a 2-week-old picture of a cactus, taken on the mountain, and pictures of little green things and quail will have to wait until next week.
I am not totally crushed here: This morning I finished the Hermanita Warm-up. That was the last of my Christmas knitting, and now–finally–I am free to start fresh and focus on new knits. Woohoo!