It's grey one minute, it's bright another. The breezes toss the branches. It's an onshore wind - coming from the ocean to the land, and up the canyon.
In the lower garden, the sun shines through the branches of the plum tree, dappling the mossy stones.
The African daisies (osteospermum) grow like weeds, tumbling down the bank.
The wisteria on the pergola is in bloom.
That's how we know it's almost April.