(The picture is of Cave Lake, near where I live, during the annual Fire and Ice festival)
The locals say the mountain makes her own weather.
This weekend is the perfect example of that phenomenon. On Friday the weather was nearly seventy degrees, warm, springy. Beautiful. Saturday was the same until dinner time, when the wind kicked up. It rained all night.
I’m not complaining about rain. I never do. Rain is magic in the desert, even the high desert. But the temperature dropped about 40 degrees in an hour.
And this morning…snow. Lots and lots of snow. Big fat sticky flakes. The kind of snow that makes me want to snuggle in at home and just stay warm. And write. Inspiring snow!
The mountain makes her own weather, indeed.
Is it snowing where you are? Sunny? Rainy? What sort of surprises did the weather fairies have for you today? And how does it make you feel?
