Minding the sun

· long story short

I just read Rich’s latest post to True Dirt, on the subject of welcoming the rain that we’re supposed to get here in the Bay Area in the winter, when we aren’t in a drought. He mentions the strange looks he gets at work when the prospect of rain makes him glad.
I’ve gotten used to this. I moved to San Francisco in 1986, at the beginning of a seven-year drought. I thought it was supposed to be nice and sunny almost all the time (except of course in the fog belt in summer). Living with a gardener for over a decade has taught me to mind the dry wind and sun at this time of year, and to pray for rain to replenish the soil, our bodies, and the hidden runnels.