Rains that come and go, leaving golden light upon the hills. A few days ago it was “snowing” here with huge flakes filling the air but none were exactly sticking to the ground outside my window. They just dusted the hills like a baker sifting confectioners sugar over cupcakes. It was white, white across the canyon. Two hours later the sun powerfully blasted out from all the clouds and the hills burst into brilliant green. I took a nap.
This is the time to come to the cottage to see all this sky-air-earth drama. I think some of my prospective guests have been scared away by weather. Winter only lasts a few hours a day here, so don’t let it keep you away.