The bottom of the catchment basin next to our house has filled with water more times in the past six months than it had over the previous four years. I know that the end of the drought is more dependent on the accumulation to the north of Tucson than it is on local precipitation, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that our intermittent pond is a good omen. At the very least, it makes for tranquil moments that are hard to come by in the desert.The trees in the basin are coming along nicely. Pretty soon the formerly barren wasteland out our kitchen window will look like a makeshift park. That's no substitute for real wildlands, of course, but still a great deal better than looking out at the wall of your neighbor's house. I'll take greenery over brownery any day.