The crabapple tree at the "little house" on the day after Christmas with a streak of warm sunshine and deep powder before the big thaw.
We had Christmas with family. We left early enough to "not outrun" but to blow in with the Northwest blizzard. We were the last to drive the Columbia River Gorge preceding Christmas, passing through the interstate gates 18 minutes before closure. We were able to enjoy literally being snowed in with parents, sisters, brothers, nephews, nieces, and cousins for five days. We woke up before dawn on Christmas morning, creeping around by candlelight, grinding coffee beans in an antique mill because of a power outage. Lights came on mid-morning in time to heat cinnamon rolls and blend orange juliuses. It was a memorable Christmas for all, steeped in traditions.