Our back yard, this afternoon. It rained hard last night - I was as excited at the prospect as I used to be on the East Coast when snow was forecast. We didn't see any snow on the mountains, yet, but I was so happy to welcome this precipitation. And one knows that it's late fall, because the trumpet plant is flowering. I'll fight anybody (now that the weather has cooled down, of course), who complains that Los Angeles doesn't have seasons.