Our shiny streets create the impression that it has rained, but out at the farm that couldn't be farther from the truth. Clouds haven't delivered more than a trace of rain, less than a 16th of an inch since November 1st. I may go out to the farm this weekend; see if there are any remaining saffron strands to harvest. And if I do, maybe I'll load the inside
and outside of the van with as much straw as it can muster, because, perhaps, a real rain may never fall.
Update: it rained (significantly)!
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