A photo of the pond waterfall in the back garden with fallen plum blossom petals in it
There has been such concern over our drought conditions in the entire state of California, that when we had such an unseasonably warm January the naysayers really had a lot to "naysay" about.
I have learned to not be quick in drawing conclusions about anything--especially the weather. As far as I'm concerned, God is more powerful than anything in the universe--including Al Gore [I'm being highly sarcastic]. If He (God, not Al Gore) sees fit to send the majority of our "winter" rainfall in another month other than January, then so be it. I'll take it whenever it comes.
The rainfall has been so heavy as of late that it pummeled one of my big daffodils and bent its stem so that it was going to die far too early. I usually avoid cutting my bulb flowers, preferring to leave them in the garden where they're growing. But this one, I cut and put in a bud vase on the mantle. It has thanked me by perking up and being a little spot of sunshine on the grey rainy days that have been upon us--days that I am extremely grateful for even though I crave the sun.