What a glorious surprise! Winter in May! Snow on the roofs, trees bent over with the weight of its wetness, streets plowed, school called off, and heavy fog on the way down. What a lovely adventure!
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Raining. Snowing. Dripping down from our ceiling. Trash buckets placed to catch the wet.
It has begun. The epic storm forecasted for California has introduced itself last night with howling winds, fog, and now a steady rain. Winds are expected to reach 70+mph, waves at Newport beach 14 feet, up to 2 feet of snow in the mtns. Warnings and alerts are out to all areas at risk for flooding and mudslides. We came up to the mountains yesterday and the Stater Bros. Parking lot was packed with residents stocking up for the winter worst (or best, depending on your perspective!). For us, we pray that the wise will heed the warnings and be safe. And we, with grateful hearts, welcome God’s blessings with hopes that this is a glimpse that an end to our drought is in sight.
Mother May I?: Mountain Musings in May
StandardIn May the mountain sings with life. The grass proclaims “I’m here!” The flowers smile so sweet and nice “The snows are past. No fear!”
So the weatherman says light rain. Right
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car stranded at the side of a slick, sloping, snow covered mountain road watching an episode of Chuck on my droid. Sweet. Can’t help with our mountain rental reno while my husband is out shopping for snow chains with a good Samaritan neighbor who offered to drive him to the store. Who would have thought it would snow when the prediction was only for light rain. With a forecasted temperature of 23 -32F. Right. Who knew? When the road turned white who knew? When the road became steep who would have thought! When we started to slide who would have guessed? Not me.-)
That’s our Good Sam’s house. So adorable. Nice view from my car. Glad I bought my heavy coat.
Misty, moisty, mountain morning
StandardIts been a while since we’ve spent the night on the mountain. Its fall, 40 degrees, the forest is shrouded in fog and all I hear is a steady whisper of rain on the roof. It is a season in our life for hammers and nails and buckets of paint. The work ahead looks endless but I am encouraged when I remember God makes all things beautiful in His time.
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