Fast-forward four weeks. We’re back in Mount Shasta for Christmas, and look what Mother Nature has given us:
A white Christmas!
In all the years I’ve been coming to Mount Shasta (including the two years we lived here in the 1990s), I don’t think we’ve ever had both a white Thanksgiving and a white Christmas.
All the photos in this post are from Christmas Eve. They were taken on my mother-in-law’s property and at her neighbor’s. The roads hadn’t been cleared yet so I didn’t want to drive anywhere.
Santa in the barn
LEFT: Western redcedar RIGHT: Rhododendron
Snow clinging to tree trunks
I love the filigree of the tree on the right
Giant sequoia (Sequoiadendron giganteum), the last tree my father-in-law planted. It’s just a small sapling now, but it will live forever—and Dick’s memory with it.
Phyllostachys vivax ‘Aureocaulis’
Grandma’s house glimpsed through the trees in the backyard
Grandma’s house, front yard
Bench under the towering cedars
The deer doesn’t seem very happy in the snow
Miscanthus sinensis ‘Super Stripe’
The next set of photos are of the neighbor’s house.
Manzanita covered with snow
Cabin in the woods
This cabin was moved from somewhere in the nearby national forest
I always feel transported back in time to the Gold Rush
A few more photos at my mother-in-law’s house:
Icicles near the office door
View from the living room window
While I don’t like the cold, I’m loving the picture postcard views all around us. Christmas couldn’t be more perfect. And in just a few days I’ll be in Arizona where things will look very different.