SNOW

Just as the leaves reached their PEAK of color, the snows came!  I tried to take a photo today only to discover that my camera had dead batteries!  (:-(
The six inches on Thursday night had melted in by Sunday morning when just four inches carpeted Strawberry in white again.  By this morning - MONDAY - there was very little to be found.  The garbage truck even made it up the hill to the dumpster - he did have the chains on though as I am sure that Old Strawberry Road was hazardous.


I love living where there is a change of seasons - it gets the "juices" flowing anticipating the change and then when it actually happens it is with a sense of relief that we don't have to WAIT.  I was never good at waiting!  

I remember the Christmas when a HEAVY smallish box sat wrapped for a month before Christmas; it was a gift from my husband and we had only been married for a couple of years.  He delighted in picqueing my curiousity.  By the time that Christmas morning had arrived I was READY for that sense of relief and instead of a brick, I found four place settings of our silver pattern.  I felt like a queen and we still use that silver some fifty years later, but not every day as it has to be hand-washed to preserve the patina - that tarnish in the deep grooves that adds to the beauty of silver.   I doubt if anyone bothers with any flatware that cannot be washed in the dishwasher in this day and age - unless they happen to have a MAID!  

It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, perhaps that can be said of spending money on things that you only use occasionally. Is it better to have pretty, and pricey things, to use sparingly or to have less to care for and protect so you have less to worry about caring for, and less for your offspring to off-load when you are gone.  If everyone felt that way there would be no market for second homes in the mountains, boats for those fishing trips, airplanes to take the family on vacations that would have been impossible / memories that would not have been made.


Snow comes when it comes; life is an adventure; your memories are the only things that make life interesting when you can no longer go for the adventures.  My MountainMartha is philosophical today, perhaps because TWO old friends are in hospital and life is short.   ENJOY!