Recent Flocking

The morning air was crisp and cold.  The kind of cold that settles to the insides if you doddle when venturing out to feed the critters.  The mountains were flocked.  White in all their majesty.  Snow with a crisp freeze.  Looking up to the Big Meadows area always tells the tale of the prior night.  And last night was no doubt cold and brutal in the highness of our surrounding hills.  Because the rising sun always hits first on these high peaks, it is such a centerpiece for the day when it is clear.  A particular family favorite, I look not only on a creation but on a spot with many memories.  Some of our best family outings were through those meadows and the cut that sits just below the highest peak in the Marble Mountains.  Hank Wright Lakes sit below this Monument Peak.  Lakes that hold years and years of memories from childhood to middle aged.

Football was on the agenda today.  Watching the 49ers mostly.  My "fine figure of a man" and I went to my parents to watch the game this morning.  We enjoy watching the game with the folks.  The 49ers did not disappoint their fans today with their big win!  After game #1 we went to Grant's parents to watch game #2.  Also enjoyable, but the teams weren't quite as important as the prior one.  So I can definitely say it was a good day of competitiveness and good conversations with our parents. 

My dad said today that the "old timers" used to say the snow flocks the trees in the high mountains, it would do it again in 3 days.  Interesting.  We'll have to keep our eye on that.  Reminded me of something my Grandpa said years ago that if it rains on Easter Sunday it will rain for 7 consecutive Sundays.  I have always kept my eye on that one and ya know.....it always comes very close.

We ventured home in time to create the dinner for Day #9 on our recently started diet plan.  Friends.  Always nice to have people over for dinner.  They willingly ate our diet food that turned out to not be new food for them.  They know how to pronounce Quionia, and but I'm still learning.

It's a new week.  A new Monday.  New adventures, new opportunities.  Somewhere tomorrow a mom will mourn the day of her son's passing.  Somewhere tomorrow someone will loose a loved one.  Someone tomorrow will know that as each day passes they are closer to a loved one who went to Heaven before them.  No matter our trials, sorrow, sadness, loneliness there is hope in the high hills where the trees sing at the coming of the winter storm season because they know that the cold frigidness gives way to meadows gurgling with fresh water and wild flowers.