Earlier this morning, I drove my husband to the airport. It has been raining all weekend in the Bay Area. Yes, finally, a good pour. The dog has been minimizing his time outside. It has been overcast. It would be light later in the morning and dark earlier by the afternoon, pretty much par for the course as we approach winter solstice in three weeks.
On the drive back, I could not help but get a lift out of the row of resplendent show of color the trees lining Trousdale Avenue, defiant against the backdrop of somber grays and ominous darks. It’s still going to be a great day! And week.