I went outside and up the canyon this weekend, to escape the inversion in the valley and see what was going on in the winter.

IMG_1870Turns out there was blue sky and sun and snow going on–a gorgeous winter day.

I was on a trail I hadn’t been on since summer and realized when I got home that I am pretty predictable when it comes to taking pictures. This was yesterday:

And this was at the end of May/beginning of June:


I think it’s a good measure of my inner hippie’s strength (and how fast this winter is going) that the contrast between June and December didn’t make me sad. Instead I thought about the bulbs in my yard sleeping under snow, and the wheel of the year, and, of course, this poem from a kid’s poetry compilation:

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
– Oliver Herford