Autumn has settled into all of the dry corners of LA. Mornings are brisk. Oak leaves litter the back and front patio and walkway. All of the plants in the garden are tired. Spiders are busy spinning silken webs, stitching everything together. A fine net of shabbiness has been tossed over everything. Instead of getting ready to be put to bed, our gardens out west are ready to spring to life with the first rains of the season. I can’t wait. Sometimes we go for 8 months without a drop of rain. As an act of good faith I have hung my oilcloth rainhat over a chair rail by the door.