Comments (11) Most people don’t associate Arizona with snow, but here in Arizona’s mountains, we have “real winters.” Yesterday we got our promised snow (about 6 inches with a chance for more today), and here it is!
(I took these photos this morning in our yard)
Last night our rain finally turned to snow and we awoke to about half an inch of dry, grainy snow. The children were ecstatic and my 5 year-old son wanted to immediately go out and build snow tunnels. Well, half an inch is not quite enough snow for that, unless you are an ant…but the kids did have fun.
I was relieved to see it turn to snow since this is what the playroom looked like yesterday:
Hooray! I was even able to take some drops rippling water “art shots.” The photo below represents the infinite connectedness of all beings and the earth as symbolized in the ripples of a drop of water from my playroom ceiling. I call it- Life:
Life
Oh well, if you can’t laugh, you have to cry, right? I have had this leak before, and we have had many roofers and contractors over to diagnose and attempt to fix it without success. It only happens about once or twice a year when the rain hits the house at a certain angle. I think this time we finally figured it out though, since even the upstairs bedroom carpet was soaked near one of the bedroom windows. That window must be the culprit. It looks like we are in for a new window.
Today it is sunny and I am cleaning up this mess. While the kids and I work on the playroom, we’ll take the opportunity (I hope) to weed out some toys to donate.
Thank you all for your concerned comments regarding my leak. I just hope that we actually can fix it this time, otherwise perhaps we’ll just have to buy an ark.
Photo taken at Meteor Crater, Arizona (near Winslow) yesterday,
November 30th.This huge storm has brought us MUCH needed rain.
I am happy, although a great deal of this lovely rain has fallen inside my house. More on that later.
(The dogs are happy too - we now have indoor automatically refilling dog water bowls!)
This weekend made me realize why I love where I live. Colder temperatures have driven most of the summer people back to Phoenix and Tucson and our little mountain community is settling back down to its normal, peaceful atmosphere.
Saturday was quite cold and extremely windy, but people bundled up and sat on the curb of our main street to watch the annual “Nutty for Nature” parade. It was so cold that honestly, if I had not had two children in the parade, I would never have considered leaving my warm house at 8AM to sit on the curb in the wind. But, motherly duties forced me out of my snug den and onto the chilly street. Much to my surprise, it was an uplifting experience.
My children’s small Montessori school had a “float” in the parade. The “float” was entirely designed and constructed by the students. I use the term “float” loosely, since we are not talking Rose Bowl quality floral here, but rather flatbed truck and bales of hay, but you get the idea.
The children were all vibrating with excited anticipation at the idea of riding on a “float” in a real parade. Surprisingly, judging by the large turnout, people were actually in attendance who did not even have children in the parade! Joy was in the fall air as the firefighters and floats filled with happy children drove by waving and laughing. Even the inevitable Shriners on their funny motorcycles were a hit with the crowd.
As if that wasn’t enough excitement, Sunday was “free ski pass for kids day” at the local ski area. Kids bring a can of food to donate to needy families, recite one rule (by heart) from the “Skiers’ Code,” and they can get a free season’s ski pass, worth hundreds of dollars.
It was a perfect fall day. Still cold, but the wind had disappeared. After getting our ski passes, we took a lift ride to the top of the mountain. We glided silently up through massive stands of aspen trees which glowed bright yellow against an impossibly blue sky. The air became chillier and chillier as we approached the top of the mountain.
Upon leaving the lift at the summit, it felt like being on the very top of the world. The clear dry Arizona air allows for a view that must be at least 80 miles in every direction. Not a sign of human habitation is visible in that view. Simply mountains and plains stretching out forever.
What I learned (or relearned) this weekend:
- I love living in a town where people cheerfully brave cold, windy weather simply to wave at excited children driving by on pickup trucks filled with hay and handmade cardboard cutout animals.
- I love it that I can stand on a mountain on a beautiful fall day and admire a stunning view of nature that remains unchanged by humans.
- I love where I live!
PS. I spent all day Sunday kicking myself for having forgotten to bring my camera, so these great photos are courtesy of my good friend Wishy‘s husband. Thanks Wishy‘s hubby!
This view is similar to what we see from the top of the ski mountain, but the ski view is much higher up:
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