I live right across from a small field in an apartment complex.
All of my windows overlook it.
Though I have only lived in this complex for a little over a year, I have seen cats, skunks, rabbits, raccoons, hummingbirds, and many other creatures call this field their home. Having lived in suburbia for much of my life, I was delighted by the variation of fauna I had the pleasure of spotting from my bedroom window.
The reason for this congregation of domestic wildlife? There used to be a stream that ran across the field. But now, all that remains is a dried-up riverbed, ribbed pipes exposed on either end. I have never seen that stream flow.
For quite a number of years, California has experienced a severe drought, the dried-up stream in the yard being a lesser tragic result in the grand scheme of things. After these last couple of weeks and one especially wet night, the stream flooded. My heart soared as I left my heated home and braved the winds and rain to see the stream up close. By the time I woke up the following morning, the stream had dried up again.
The photos throughout this site are of the new (and old) flora of my front yard: fresh new growth, the dried, the wet, the green and bright, the brown and cracked. Even though the stream-bed remains empty, there is new life growing around it. And the animals still come by to pay their respects.
One rain isn’t enough to refill a stream. One rainy season isn’t enough to keep a stream flowing. Though we are going through a dry spell, we can never stop hoping for rain. I can’t wait to see that stream flow again.