It Doesn’t Rain at Night in June

For anyone who hasn't heard the shouts of wild rejoicing, here's the latest weather report: Shortly after 1:00 a.m., thunder rumbled and the skies opened. And once more the humble little cenizo proved itself a prophet: a harbinger of rain. Forgive the purple prose; I'm still a touch giddy. A piece of lore I picked … Continue reading It Doesn’t Rain at Night in June


My community theater debut came the year tee-shirts read, I Survived the Summer of 1980. That was a bad one, weather-wise. It was hot and dry. No rain, no time, no how. I spent June and most of July, four evenings a week, in the auditorium of a San Marcos junior high school. At the … Continue reading The CENIZO IS BLOOMING!