When it rains in the winter, I'm usually focused elsewhere: It's snowing in the mountains. How soon can I get there?? Logistics, logistics. Gotta go!
But I know it's the end of one season and the beginning of another because last night I loved the rain just for being rain, right here at home. Where it keeps the hills bright green a little longer before they turn to gold for the summer.
And it makes the flowers grow.
When I looked at pictures my brother emailed of his family skiing this past weekend, my feet still itched to feel the snow beneath them, but my mind is sort of looking forward to letting go of the constant jonesing for the white stuff. Racks are off the car, skis are in the closet. There's hiking, camping, gardening, and work on the house to be done.
But, you know, we really should be booking our Alta reservations for next year about now. . . .
4 comments:
You and the fam are always welcome at the home of the Wasatch Report!
those flowers you grow are so lovely. it reminds me that i need to start planting soon...
enjoy your ski trip!
They're calling for a snow storm here tonight... come on up, knock yourself out!
Spring is lovely in the Bay Area! I love that first gentle spring rain. It's even more wonderful in an area that doesn't always get a lot of it.
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