Intermission

I will continue the recounting of our road trip in the next post.  It should be said now, though, that the week we got here we had beautiful weather.  Becky and Gracie experienced some of the best weather that L.A. has to offer: warm and sunny with a cool breeze.  But since they left it has rained every. single. day.  I'm not even exaggerating. 

Aside from it undoubtedly being acidic, the rain in L.A. is no different than it is everywhere else.  Something funny occurs, though, when it rains here: dead palm fronds fall out of the palm trees.  I know this doesn't sound very funny, but bear with me.

This is funny because:

1. The palm trees are GIANT.
2. The palm trees line every street in our neighborhood, and they are all over the city.
3. You don't find GIANT dead palm fronds lying in the streets and across sidewalks in Texas.

 

 

The back view from our patio on a non-rainy day

An indication of how tall the palms are in my neighborhood

The giant dead palm frond in front of my house.  Notice clementine-sized orange for scale.

 XO