Another peaceful weekend has passed and the new year has rung more melodious songs than ever before. It was quite cold up near Tahoe, and nothing says winter like having to take snow cats to your cabins because a car can't plow through the buried streets. And despite my urge for a bountiful spring garden or a flowy summer dress, this was such a restful three days. The cabins were a dwelling place for sweet conversation and late night stories by the heater(we pretended it was fire), and the forest, a playground for sledding and snow ball fights. Even though the coughs and lack of sleep followed me back home, the crisp, rocky air will always have a special place in my heart.
AND I have never felt more closely bonded with the Narnian lands than when we strolled through this winter forest. It was idyllic.