When I moved to California, my move was a common topic of conversation. One person asked me if I liked the California weather. I contemplated this.
"It's driving me nuts. It's like Groundhog's Day," I said, referring to the movie. "Every day is the same thing. Same temperature, same sky."
Anyway, I hit my one-year mark last summer. Now, entering my second winter, things are starting to repeat themselves. It's starting to rain regularly in San Francisco.
The familiarity of it struck me.
It's already frosted once -- a no-no -- and it killed one of my plants.