It’s snowing in Denver. Yes, and it’s snowing here in the Sierras. It began about 11 AM today and it looks like irregular pieces of cotton, descending from the heavens. Clumps of snowflakes. It’s 40 degrees out so it’s wet and not accumulating. Well, some. We’ll take a walk soon. Patrick took some video.

I must learn how to get photos onto my blog. A picture is worth…

We get to spend an extra day here this week, they’re re-doing the kitchen at the Valley Club. Last night we had a dinner party for 5 – Madeleine and Paul and Marie joined us for a pork loin dinner. It’s the first time M. and P. met Marie and they immediately got along, as I knew they would. They know several people in common.

Today Paul and Patrick roamed both properties, Paul evaluating where the best places to cut and gather wood would be. He has trucks and all kinds of equipment and seems willing to help us do things. He’s retired, so has time. Of course, he has a lot of his own work to do, so he’s being very generous.

Gosh, maybe we’ll get snowed in, and not be able to go home tomorrow? We have plenty to eat and drink anyway. Cars are still traveling on Hwy 49, can see them out the living room window. One advantage of living right on the highway is that they plow right away.