It's pineappley outside

You live in a place for 6 years and you think you know all the local jargon. Well here is a new one, well new to me. I just discovered we're in the middle of a Pineapple Express



And it sure is pineappley outside. There are puddles the size of Hawaii in the middle of the street and the SPU folks are out dredging the rotting clumps of leaves from the drains. All the trees in the neighborhood are naked. And the plastic santa's are out. This weather is really similar to how it felt a year ago when I moved in and I wondered how it would all look if we could just make it to Spring. Now I know. It's breathtaking. Better than I had imaginged. So, if we can just make it through another Winter.