We went "home" for President's weekend with the Hunts and Welches. Although I love where we live, I miss this area. I miss the trees, the open space, the smells, the colors... one of the things that I miss so much about this area is the weather, or the variation of weather.
I read an article that Anne Lammott wrote for this month's Sunset magazine this afternoon. She wrote about Northern California and although Bass Lake is technically Central California, it reminded me of February/March growing up.
It's a long excerpt, but I know you'll indulge me because you know of the big crush I have on Anne.
Northern California spring is not a nice orderly progression that you recognize from any other part of your life. It's a kaleidoscope. On almost any day, it could be almost any season. Hot, warm, very cold, rainy, gray then blue. Then it rains, and when you try to adapt to the hopelessness of it all, you wake up to bright blue skies, and the warmth of the sun, and then the fog rolls in. An then we get that cold mean wind that pricks at your skin and your very being, and then soft golden warmth. Nature hikes up her skirt and bops you around and laughs, and you laugh with her, like when a sweet person teases you.
Here are some pictures from a little mini-hike that we did with the kids one day.




















