Fuschias really are a ridiculously bright color - but they are wonderfully cheerful at this end of the year. And there's a thin fuzz of bright green grass (and, I hope, of the native wildflower seeds that I strewed around) on the slope of the garden - which is how one can tell, in the Southern California climate, that winter may be here. Chilly though it may be, that's a relative term, I know.
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