It is one of the most beautiful times of the year on the Central Coast. There are SO many colors of green – fresh lime green of new growth, muted soft greens of drying, cool season, rangeland grasses and the midnight green of healthy live oaks silhouetted against the hills.
There is very little dry land farming here because the rainfall is too iffy. But, every year, a few intrepid growers manage to eek out a hay crop.
This time of the year, they start cutting and laying down the green straw. The pattern of the hay swaths curling and swirling around the hills and the geometry of freshly pressed hay bales so precisely placed is visually satisfying when flying by at 70 (75?) MPH.