I live in the mountains. Not technically in the actual mountain mountains, but in a valley surrounded by mountains. At an elevation of 3000 ft. and being that I am in Northern California we are in what the Sunset gardening book calls a zone 1. That means at any time of the year we can get snow or a freeze. Yup, ever heard of snow in July? Well it has actually happened here. Not to me personally, but it has happened.
Usually though, the weather is pretty typical. The past few days have been in that category after a week of nights down in the twenties. We’ve had sun, a little too much, and warm temps, a bit more than I want. But it’s finally Spring.
I mowed the lawns the other night, which is a challenge and a half using the electric mower (my parents say the gas is way worse, quit complaining) and dealing with all the excess weeds and various rock piles I may or may not run over. But oh, when the lawn is mowed it looks so lovely. Perfect. Even the tall weed patches have some defined shape.
Throw in a sweet resinous smell that comes down from the mountains after the pines have baked all day in the sun, and then good clean spring smell and you have somewhat the epitome of the mountains. Okay, it is actually better when you smell wood smoke but that was nixed the other due to it being warm. However there were the distant sounds of a dance going on at the small rodeo grounds. Today is our annual local rodeo. A joke in itself. I’ve been once and I’m not impressed, but I love the sounds that come up from the rodeo grounds. And it turns out after going up into town today and seeing the signs posted that it wasn’t a dance but actual rodeo proceedings. Personally I would rather picture a rodeo dance on the grounds. More fun, inspirational, romantic that way.
The mountains are cool, unique and very much me. I told my cousin recently that was a city girl, and it’s very true. I am very girly girly, though I have to stick with jeans and boots most of the time due to living in the country/mountains. However, I while I would love to wear heels and skirts more, have sidewalks and stores that actually carry what I want, I love being in the mountains. I love that a storm can come up out of nowhere, which it did today. I love being able to step out at night and see all the constellations and stars. Oh the stars you can see in the mountains. So clear, so bright. I love the smell of pine, sweet grass, and cow manure. I love seeing all the birds and having deer walking down the street, a la Northern Exposure style. The mountains are kind of my home place. I don’t have an actual home place after moving around all my life, but I could say I feel most at home in the mountains.
- Cowboys Are My Weakness* (theblondecoyote.com)
- This Ain’t My First Rodeo.. Oh Wait, It Is. (jillianluck.wordpress.com)
- Upon Grandfather Mountain (dlmchale.com)