Thirty-Seven Wishes

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We went on an adventure for this Thanksgiving that we had been wishing to have for the last thirty-seven years. I was hoping for more snow than the little sprinkling we found as I had taken a photo back in 1978 that was a snowy sunset across the valley floor. (I must take that slide in and have it put on a disk.) This is what we found instead.

 

 

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Yosemite Valley Floor

Be careful what you wish for. The valley was there and had a nice heavy fog nestled amongst the trees. Look closer; in the shadows. The Pines in the valley are dying. The colors you see there are not deciduous trees, but dead Pine trees. Dead, due to drought, and the Pine Bark Beetle. It was an amazing sight but it left me sad and that is why I must get that old slide in a more printable format.

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Icy Mornings

We would get up early every morning and go out for a walk. It was quiet and there wasn’t hardly anyone else out walking. The trees, fallen leaves, and grasses were sparkling with tiny ice crystals. It gave us a true feeling of just how close we live to the availability to reach out and touch some of the most beautiful parks in nature.

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Enchanting Walk To Mirror Lake

I’m glad we were able to go and spend the holiday in Yosemite but, truth be told, we missed our family and time spent around a table with familiar faces and inside jokes. We won’t miss it next year. I hope you all had a memorable Thanksgiving, just the kind you had wished for. 

 

Closed for the Season

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We took a little road trip to visit with someone very special to me last weekend. Along the way, we stopped at some beautiful places and were lucky enough to have gorgeous weather to see the last of the Fall colors before Winter sets in.

The stillness that fills the air in Fall is so very different from the noisy clamor of the Summer season when travelers come from all over the United States to vacation here. Many places in the Sierra are closed for the season and the silence sets in. A quiet peacefulness is everywhere you turn, waiting for the snow to return to the peaks and the valleys. I miss these places during the Winter when I can’t reach them. I’m always amazed, when late Spring returns, and I view the mountains endurance over a long frosty Winter. I know that most everything will spring back to life soon and the dormancy will be reversed, but then the noise will return too. The mountains will see the return of life, laughter, and family times spent together, and will again be, “Open for the Season.” 

Autumn Sky

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I was  going through a few things the other day and came upon this poem that I had forgotten about. It seems to fit the seasonal change we see here in California.

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Last Sierra Leaf

 

 

Autumn Sky

Today bright colors floating by
In a warm and Autumn falling sky
Are unlike ones, I’ve known before
Which makes me think and question more

I’ve thought a lot in recent times
I’ve wondered why Fall leaves behind
Those boisterous colors that I find
To stay within my seasoned mind

So this untimely Fall puree
Is not unlike a Spring filled day
The colors vibrant to the eye
Bring hope Spring’s season will arrive

Yet still I stand and wonder here
How soon our Springtime will appear
Will it be soon or far away
Or come within a Winters day?

And once it’s here; will it be gone
Or run into a Summers song?
I will soon miss, in Winter’s hue,
Those lovely colors that I knew

© 2007 Bonnie DiMichele

 

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Napa Lane