Oftentimes, I’ll think about what to write in a post as I’m taking Noe to day care in the morning, pondering topics as we sing The Farmer in the Dell. But today, the decision was made as soon as I turned the corner onto Healdsburg Avenue. I gasped. I giggled. There was snow in the mountains.
And not just a dusting, as happens every other year or so. Entire ridge lines and the whole of Geyser Peak were draped in white. It’s one thing to drive to Tahoe and see the Sierras in peak season. It’s entirely another when they’re the normally-green hills you live with day to day, the ridges that are as familiar as the creases in your own hand. This morning, it was as if the clouds parted and the Mayacaymas mountains just decided to present themselves in costume for a change.
I’ve always felt there’s something majestic about mountains covered in snow. Something timeless. When I see snow in these mountains, I can almost hear the crunch of a Sotoyome woman’s leather moccasins, see her bundled in furs that smell of smoke with a child strapped tight against her in a stiff papoose.
Point Reyes was lovely, but there’s nowhere on earth I’d rather call home than here.
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Yeah, there is no place I’d rather call home than there too. Unfortunately, I don’t live there.
Count your blessings - you live in one wonderful place!
That’s some nice scenery. I miss snow and seasons.
Steve . . . Amen to that!
Mike . . . I love snow in the winter, too, which makes this treat that much more special.
This is what you see daily ?!?! You bet there’s nowhere else on earth you’d rather call home - this is absolutely
gorgeous !
I’m going to forward your post to Gilbert as part of my regular efforts to convince him to take a trip to northern California - those pics should help some !
xoxo
My husband and I look at the weather as an economic indicator in the winter - snow equals job shutdown and no money. So it is hard to look at the beauty sometimes. Today I did as I drove to Burney and all our mountains, hills, valleys, creeks, rivers, have snow on and around them. With a bright blue sky and sunshine. And I did again as my 6 year old asked for snow ice cream. This too shall pass, my husband will work again, today we will enjoy the snow. Thanks for reminding me.
Although I live where I am surrounded by snowy mountains all winter, I never get tired of seeing them, and they are always majestic. Your picture of the snowy mountains looming over the very green pastoral scene is lovely.
It snowed overnight . . . still snowing . . . . .sigh (remember, beauty steph).
Anne-Liesse . . . I’m so glad to hear you say that! We’re working hard on getting out your way this Thanksgiving . . . let’s keep our fingers crossed for one way or another.
Steph . . . Beauty, beauty, beauty ;-).
Laurie . . . Glad you enjoyed the photos!
I don’t blame you, it’s beautiful.
What a gorgeous sight!
Your photographs are breathtaking and make us miss Northern California even more. We’ve been so busy and haven’t visited Point Reyes in a while, Oh how beautiful it is. Thanks for the reminder of how fantastic it is. You are our window to the wine country.
Jo . . . When I first saw the hills a poem popped into my head spontaneously and I thought of you. I had originally planned on including it, but, alas, it disappeared more quickly than the snow did.
Katie . . . There was another dusting today, and this one with blue sky as a backdrop. I love this!
White on Rice . . . I’m so glad I can be your window to wine country. And I was delighted to discover YOUR site. We have a lot in common–not the least of which, a love of Pippi Longstockings and mortar and pestles (so undervalued in the kitchen . . . I’ve pitched articles on the good old M&P several times, but still no bites). Thanks for coming by!