All it takes is one autumn rainfall, here in the Santa Monica Mountains, and the annual grasses that set seed this past spring sprout up, a tender new green in the shady areas beneath the coast live oaks. This fresh grass will grow through the winter's rains, until the rangy weeds of spring lengthen and flower and, finally, set seed and die again.
The hills, which have been dry and brown since May, are now vibrant with new growth. Here is a shady oak grove we pass each morning on our walk. There's a stone bench set beneath the trees. A nice place to sit and contemplate the changing of the seasons.