The rain was pounding down last night. At least that's what Reg told me this morning, amazed that I had slept through the deluge.
We lived nearly twenty-five years in the mountains of the Sierra, so when we woke up this morning we recognized the unmistakable quiet that seemed to surround us.
Sure enough, a quick peek out the window confirmed our suspicions…our first major snowfall since moving to Ashland.
“I'm glad we kept our snow shovels,” said Reg as we wondered if Ashland plowed the city streets.
“Well, (I reminded Reg) we kept your shovel but I think we gave mine away.”