I caught “California Dreaming” by The Mamas & The Papas on the radio the other day, the opening lines of which are:
All the leaves are brown
And the skies are grey
and I was immediately struck by the fact none of the trees around here had any brown leaves on them.
This is not because autumn hasn’t arrived – on the contrary, even putting aside it felt like summer finished sometime around June, winter is now very definitely just around the corner.
No, it’s because the leaves haven’t had the chance to turn brown before they’ve been blown off the trees.
All the leaves are yellowish green
And then gone
would be far more accurate, although admittedly it doesn’t rhyme or scan anything like as well.
But there’s no doubt, as I look out the window at the grey skies, strong winds and horizontal rain, California has a distinct appeal