Winter in Los Angeles

I know. I know. I spend an inordinate amount of time talking about, justifying and defending Los Angeles, and the weather here, well, everyone knows it's just about perfect. I spent my entire life until a dozen years ago on the east coast and I don't miss the weather one tiny little bit. We get just enough cold, just enough heat and just enough humidity to make it just fine. Yesterday, a spectacular wind storm sprang up from out of nowhere, whipping the palm trees into a frenzy. It was almost dangerous to go outside, such was the debris flying through the air. Our backyard was a veritable dump for dead and dying palm fronds. When the wind died down, the boys went outside and dragged everything into a big pile.

I guess it's a sort of igloo or snow fort, Los Angeles-style!