If by irrigation you mean sprinkler system, then yes we have irrigation. And hoses every three horses. But, we have our own well. So were not using the city's water so it doesn't cost as much. The grass is only green because our amazing ranch hand (that we love very much,) David, waters it. Other than that, the pasture is the only thing that's green during the summer. Right behind us is an orange orchard, that might contribute to the green your seeing. I assure you, it's dry and it's hot and it's dusty. And it isn't green anywhere natural. Once you get up into the mountains all you get is sage brush, Manzanita and mustard weed. Along with other very ugly bushes and brush. I hate it here, I feel your pain.
Another thing I hate are the wild fires. My father is a fire fighter for the government. I think that has a special name... But anyways, so everyone in my family is pretty fire savvy. Now that I have my own horse, I think constantly about evacuation. I've been lucky that the last few fires that did the greatest damage, I've been old enough to help ebvacuate. Usually all the horses go to the rodeo grounds at my school. It's safe and were protected because we have the El Cap resevoir surrounding us. I've gone to help unload and take care of horses during fires and It's pretty flipping hectic. I've been handling one horse and someone comes up and tells me that they have a spot open, and as soon as a spot opens and one horse can go in, more horses arrive and were packed all over again. It's crazy and it's so sad because some horses that come in have no identification. Nothing. If another major fire starts and my dad has to go, then I know that things are going to get worse. I have an Id tag (like a dog tag) that I got from walmart that says Cricket's name and my name and number and it clips to her halter.
I've heard too many stories about their horses getting stolen. As I said before, I'm paranoid.
It also has a few numbers of close friends who told me they would take care of her if anything was ever to happen. Fires are very real here. It's scary.
"I was eight years old, and I've never forgotten her face when she told me about watching you ride. She told me she saw you, and your horse was dancing in the moonlight."
-- A.C. Crispin's "Sylvester"