And then just as suddenly, last Sunday, the siege lifted. And behold, our suffering might even had had a purpose. There was Mt. Diablo, dusted with snow, a sight that might come around every decade or so. And the hills were a vivid green, an ephemeral, but almost painfully beautiful state they achieve for a few weeks in a non-drought year.
Time to get out ye olde cell phone and take some pix...
|Gale and Esther out for walk, |
blossoms in background
|Looking up towards the Esther's house|
|Oak tree out back of Esther's house|
|Hills as seen from Esther's living room|
|Woodland creature in Esther's backyard.|
|And there's the proof, Mt. Diablo really |
did get some snow! Proof positive
snapped just before
the Ygnacio off-ramp on 680.