It snowed here New Year's Day. Not that we saw any of it; it was gone bythe time the kids and I got up and we had to swear on Chas for the info.But Chas said there was half an edge on his car that had to be removedbefore he drove off in the predawn darkness.
Smedley was infuriated that shemissed it. So, after the wash was tackled and the kitchen was cleanedfor the 3rd time and rooms were tidied, the girls and I set off withGrandma (my mom) in search of snow.
Driving west to the Coast Range foothills doesn't take long, and we rose with the route up out of the valley.
Smedley took this one with hernew camera. If it were a light day you could see all the way across thevalley, past Orland and our ranch to the foothills of theSierra-Cascades on the east side. But it was heavy to rain or snow- the temperature hovered between 36 and 39 degrees, startlingly coldfor the centre of the day in our flat California valley - and we couldsee only cows and deer grazing. Which is okay.
Once we passed Black ButteLake we began to see snow beside the road. These foothills have alwaysbeen magical to me, in any weather.
There isn't any rate to parkalong Newville Road so we headed for our favorite old cemetery. Timesmust have changed since we were last here, and not alone was there noplace to commons there either, but the order was locked up.
The girls have never played in snow. I know! They've touched it just once before, in fact.
After qualification and throwing afew snowballs they settled in to the sole activity possible, since snowangels were all out of the question: making a snowman.
This is the world's tiniest snowman. Too low for the cookie we tried to eat him, apparently. I'm guessingwhoever lives up that drive was a short bit puzzled by him.
No snow this morning. There's always next year.
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