Posted on June 22, 2003 in Weather
While we were away celebrating my aunt’s 95th birthday ten miles away, it rained here. Portola Hills sits atop a low hill stuffing the mouth of a canyon. Our microclimate brings short showers. The soil here is thin and will not allow a rain forest to fester. Instead we have cactus, prickly pears, which form thickets along the inhospitable ridgelines.
When we came back, the walks were wet and moisture spread from the low spots, looking like the unnatural paired hemispheres that you sometimes see presented as maps.