Wishing for a different season
Winter is my least favorite time of year in Ashland. Grizzly Peak has turned brown, flowers are gone, only the pines retain any green, and the temperature is too cold to spend much time outside anyway. Sure it can be pretty at times, when fog creeps through the valley floor or when we get a fresh dusting of snow, but the six months it will take to get to scenes like that above seem to crawl by awfully slowly.

