We ended up getting some rain yesterday. It fell for about an hour in the morning, but there wasn't enough of it to make much difference. Our environment is basically brown these days. We might have a slightly damp weekend, but more sunny and hot weather is promised for next week.
The dog has always been brown, of course, even though she's called a red border collie. Callie is 9½ years old now. Above, she was watching Walt work in the vegetable garden, hoping, probably, for a chance to play ball for a few minutes.
A few minutes earlier, out on our walk around the vineyard, I had noticed a lot of brown, fuzzy, spiky end-of-summer plants in the bright sunlight. I took these photos on Wednesday, the day before our weather pattern changed.