I did get to see Butte Creek fuller than I've ever seen it before. The abundant snowmelt has turned it into a torrent— or at least what passes for a torrent in this usually dry region. It's unfortunate that I have no camera. The rushing water covered with dancing fragments of bright sunlight was a splendid sight.
The vast fields of grass the foothills wear is already turning brown, despite the rains that watered them so well just days ago. It doesn't take long for the grass to dry out. The tall grass that has taken over my back yard will dry soon, too, if I don't keep watering it. It will have to be either cut or watered, because if it's allowed to stand there and dry out it will become a serious fire hazard. For now, the kittens are enjoying it tremendously, though. They've begun to romp around in their own little jungle, and have managed to mash several square feet of it flat already.
Then I sat down on the couch for a minute, and fell asleep. Another unintentional nap. Adventures are exhausting.