There's a small avocado grove on the way to the barn, old-school, with a fading Cal-Avo sign which may or may not reflect its current status.

There are generally a few dogs lounging under the trees, a threesome Maisie likes to play with. And right now, the result of the recent (and not nearly abundant enough) rains, a carpet of gold, whether weeds or wildflowers I can't say, not being enough of a naturalist (hangs head in shame) to know the difference.