Late in the afternoon of December 23, 2025, new green grass was coming up through the flattened, bleached thatch of last summer’s growth in a meadow at San Domingo Arbory. Leafless trees stood out in the open, one tree at the woodland edge still held gold leaves, and heavy cloud sat over the oak and pine hills.
The foothills here have wet winters and long, dry summers, and the large grazing meadows follow that rhythm: dry and golden through summer and fall, green again once the winter rains take hold.