Woke up this morning before light. It looked like it was raining. +4°c the thermometer said. Next I looked it was snowing giant flakes. It was wet regardless.
Before testing outside I made a batch of Huckleberry Preserves. The berries were from this summer when Lisa and I wondered the mountain side. I tasted a few of the frozen berries and was instantly transported back in time picking the ripe berries, feeding a few to Willow to ward off thirst and watching Lisa’s red hair, flipping this way and that, bent down, dodging horseflies, picking only the plumpest and ripest.
Up the pass the snow was deeper and not nearly as wet. Much more enjoyable. The clouds parted to show the long lost mountains, but only briefly, before filling in again obscuring the stars.
Still, the birds sang hidden like a soundtrack dedicated to earth in all it’s glory.
Very fine day.
Palliser Pass 
Carol A. Hand
Love the photos and reflections, Bob.
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underswansea
Thank you Carol! The snow has been falling plenty lately assuring us a white Christmas. All the best.
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mountaincoward
Looks a grand day out – and superb photos. Those baldies are having a chat about the weather for definite! 😉
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underswansea
Hi Carol, it was a good day. Lucky to get the Bald. Eagles. Take care.
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Julie@frogpondfarm
I bet those huckleberries are something else! Don’t think I’ve ever tried them! Wonderful photos Bob!
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underswansea
Thanks Julie! Huckleberries are the best.
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