Monday, January 3, 2011
I grew up with White Septembers and an Occasional June snowstorm and even trips to the snow up on the Beartooth Mountains on the 4th of July
but where I live now, Christmas is green grass and red maple leaves.
There are very few times that we have had snow at the high 25 foot elevation of my Redwood coast home.
But we have a tradition of visiting loved ones over the school break, and that nearly always includes visiting snow as well.
and what could be more in keeping with the holiday that the acres of oak trees wearing their mistletoe kissing balls?
We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with our friends who are as close as family, in their warm, sunny home in Ashland, OR
Then as New Year neared we headed up the Oregon Coast to Visit Uncle Wince, (a nickname from being the wrestling partner of choice when the boys were tiny)
We stopped in Old Town Bandon, OR to buy fudge and walk on the pier. We have often dropped our crab pots there, but this time the ice chest was already filled with Dungeness crab
both mansions burned but the gardener's cottage remains, and the three gardens are decorated with thousands of lights each winter.
In my Novel, Duff Barkley hates being at his Aunt's house for Christmas, and is frightened to stumble out of her attic and into a strange world, but in my beautiful world, being welcomed into the home of uncle's and friends, added a magic to the season and gave me memories of love and laughter to carry on into "the bleak mid-winter."