Our little town was all over the news last week. We brought in the new year with an out-of-the-ordinary Southern California snow storm. Why out-of-the-ordinary? Because it doesn’t snow in Wildomar. (Never say doesn’t!) Just before midnight David and I awoke to a phone call from our daughter-in-law, Mindi, who was over the top excited about the snow falling in our little valley. Our grandkids were outside in the middle of night playing, as were other little ones throughout neighborhood after neighborhood.
We were excited with the novelty of it all. We took photo after photo in the cold of night (and a snow storm), knowing the flakes could very well be melted away by morning’s light. (And no, that’s not popcorn popping on the apricot tree. It’s snow!)
But New Year’s Eve morning we opened our front door to this! The snow had continued throughout the night and wee hours of the morning and our
wussy Southern California trees simply could not handle it.
We saw snow, the likes of which I have never seen in my 38 years in Wildomar. It lasted for days, to the delight of most everyone.
Even Britt got a snowman! Small, but a snowman nonetheless.
The snow lent a look and feel (& gosh was it cold!) to our yard that was quite unusual.
Thank goodness for sons and grandsons! We have mighty young men to help us when needed!
Before the sun finally melted the fun away, our Kennedy made her own little snowman.
The local news stated just how extraordinary the snow was for Wildomar. With an elevation of 1,270 feet, we are considerably lower than Big Bear’s 6,759 foot height. Temperatures are now back in the high 70’s and low 80’s. Our snow days are a thing of the past. But what good memories we have.
Wildomar, California – Nikon D90 with 18-55mm Nikkor Lens