To the snow, to the snow . . .

When you're a California baby, snow is a mystical bit that makes its way

 through stories and Christmas illustrations . . .

 You might be five or even ten before you witness snow . . .

 And if you do encounter this wondrous white powdery ice, it is likely 

you drove a fair distance to get there . . .

Today, after heavy rain last night, we woke up to find snow atop 

the mountains that surround our valley.

We decided to take the mountains up on this invitation and drove the windy highway hoping 

to get close enough to actually play in the snow . . .

And we found it!!!!

Not too too much, but enough . . .

Enough to make snow balls . . .

And a tiny little snowman . . .

Our boots got covered in mud . . .

 And snowflakes dashed in our faces  . . . 

Mittens got soggy . . . 

And it looked like winter . . .

What a perfect afternoon . . .

                                                                                  ~ Marica