A week ago, on the Sunday after the first full moon of the vernal equinox, signs of the waning days of spring were apparent.
The ‘Meiwa’ kumquat is laden with ripening fruit, above a field of wildflowers now nearly gone to seed. Beyond is the ‘Double Jewel’ fruiting/flowering peach, just past its full bloom, and to the right of it, some persimmon trees just leafing out. In the canyon below, still some green, but clearly fading as the (minimal, this year) rains are a more distant memory. The frogs that serenade us nightly don’t have much water left in the ponds below. And on the distant slopes, a mix of healthy and damaged avocado trees, and groves already cleared of freeze-damaged trees. Italian cypresses stand sentinel.