When there is a
never-ending extended break in the stained glass action, a girl is just oh-so-happy forced to take a mini vacation with Daughter and The Boy back home to So Cal. *Insert deep, contented sigh here.*
The month of February is usually my favorite in Southern California. Along with October. And, well, any month ending in "y". Or "er". But not so much "ne", because of June Gloom and all. Although that has a special charm all it's own. Oh, and I almost forgot March, April and August. But I still love February the most. So much to appreciate about it, you know?
And we like to discuss the volume of snow visible on Big Bear. This was a clear day and the snow was a glorious, if distant sight. Maybe next trip we can visit the mountains, if the snow lasts. He seems okay with that.