Honest to God, you’d think it was the end of the world here. The News has carried it every night in their headlines, urgent voices warning of the destruction that is imminent, and whilst it’s not quite the end of
What season is it?
I get confused by the seasons in California. Right now, I’m looking forward to the rain coming, in much the same way I used to anticipate spring time in Ireland. That’s because in many ways summer here is like the