Memories of snow

 

Back in 2011...a friend and I drove then walked around in the snow. I had another little Toyota and apparently could drive on slightly snowy roads...without much thought as to whether I could stop at the end of my drive, or drive all the way to where she lived up Little Rainbow Mountain.

She took this photo of me, but since then has died. So when I see it I think of her. And how I'd take her places in her last year to see and enjoy things. She gave me her own playful spirit, which I don't seem to keep much of these days eleven years later.

I wrote this on Thursday last week. The snow had somewhat melted or been shoveled in many places. It rained for a couple of hours, but was above freezing, so I carefully drove away from my hilly apartment. It's much steeper than the hill where I lived in 2011. I was glad the road had been plowed.

But as soon as the rain let up, the temperature went below freezing, and isn't due to warm again for at least 48 hours. So now I'm homebound again with black ice on many slopes. 

Any more old snow photos I can share?

A nicely cleared road looking down to the lake. Dec. 11, 2018

Patterns of ice and snow melting on the windshield.

One photo you may have seen before, of snow on the mountains  (known as the black mountains) looking over Lake Tomahawk. Dec. 22, 2018 (may have been when I saved the photo, but I think it's the date I took it.)

And How to Reuse N95, KN95 and Other Disposable Masks...

an interesting read.

Today's Quote:

When we accept that we always exist in a state of grace, we are able to live our lives more graciously.