I am sitting here, with more computer fans on than I am comfortable with. When Fan #3 comes on, I shall go away in fear.
But, meanwhile.
To the left of my computer is a white linen curtain, hand embroidered with cross-stiching, of garlands of flowers, in a little dull red and a lot of shades of white.
It blows in the west wind, it's a west-facing window, letting in the hot sun, the strongest winds.
I like looking at it.
I'm watering the garden. Two years ago, several months before we were set on water rationing, the tap water was starting to lime up the soil surface, get it white with residual salts.
I'm watching for that. So far, not.
Last year we had a great El Nino rainy season.
The City of Carlsbad does have engineers who watch our wells. So far, so good.
However, we are tagged as being in exceptional drought at this point. That's stage four. The highest stage. Like with hurricanes.
The US drought monitor predictions give us equal chance for more or less rain, but also argue to us that it will be unusually hot. Above average.
I am battening down the hatches. I am watering my trees and shrubs and mulching like mad.
I am feeding my plant people the best I can. And when the salts start accumulating on the soil, on the bare parts of my yard...I'll be prepared to do whatever I have to do.
To grow.