We live in Northern California and the seasons look different here than they do in most other parts of the country. Sometimes I wake up and for an instant I can’t remember what time of year it is because the traditional seasons I grew up with don’t exist here in San Francisco.
In the Fall here, after months and months of dry days, the rain finally comes and something magical happens. The grass and hills, which have laid brown and yellow for months turn a bright, vivid green. And if you go for a redwood hike, you’re almost sure to find some California newts (which have cutest orange bellies) and banana slugs. Here are a few pictures from a rainy day hike we did up on Mt. Tam a few days ago – signs of the season were everywhere.
What are some signs of the season where you live?