White oaks and one of our cedars dressed in white as seen from our patio.
I grew up listening to Bing Crosby singing White Christmas. It was one of my mother’s all-time favorite carols and became one of mine as well. As hard as I wished for a white Christmas in Diamond Springs, however, we never had one. I didn’t in Liberia or Sacramento, either. Alaska was a different story. (Grin)
This past week, I was hoping, hoping, hoping to wake up and find the ground covered in white. The local weather forecasters even hinted that there might be some snow in our future. It wasn’t to be, however. Sigh. As this post goes up, we are off in Tennessee celebrating Christmas with our daughter and family. Who knows what is happening on the Upper Applegate River?
It does snow here, though, in the Oregon foothills of the Siskiyou Mountains. And when it does, I dash outside with my camera. With that in mind, I went searching through i-Photo looking for snowstorms of the past, so you—and I, could have a white Christmas. All of these photos are taken from our property. Enjoy.
Peggy and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for joining us on our adventures this past year. We’ve enjoyed having you along. May all of our friends around the world have a joyous holiday season and a wonderful New Year.
Curt and Peggy
Another view from our patio looking out across the Applegate River south toward California.
This time, the forest is decorated with a low cloud.
Our white oaks covered in snow.
A close up. Can’t you just feel it? This is the type of snow I put on my tongue and let melt.
A view of our driveway with the snow coming down.
Huge, white, fluffy Flakes.
A doe and a buck black tail deer, part of the herd that owns our property, wonder what we are doing out in the snow storm.
And what is a snowstorm without a snowman? I called this guy George.
And this was Peggy’s joyous creation. Happy Holidays everyone.
Wandering through Time and Place 