We associate the sudden spurt of green with springtime, at least I always have. But winter is in full bloom. It rained about two weeks ago and again last night, or the night before I took this picture. Things are brown until they get wet, and things get wet in winter, not in spring, unless you’re talking about watering the garden. The hills around here have a light hint of green about them. It will last until the water is used up and the brown returns. And it will be brown for so long that we forget the green, or only vaguely remember. Broken weeds and dirt will return… and stay. This is not green country. Beautiful, but not green.