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| We live outside the city limits in an unincorporated area called Woodland Hills, oddly enough. For a long time after it was logged and cleared for houses, locals called it "Woodless Hills", but it has filled in nicely with a wide variety of trees. Our driveway is the first turn on our little subdivision lane, which we share with two other houses. This picture was taken in late winter. | |
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Our house is oriented due south, so even on the darkest, shortest winter days we have lots of light inside. Getting used to the short winter days was quite an adjustment, but it's just as strange in the middle of summer when 10 PM looks like late afternoon. Going to bed when the sky still glows and the stars won't start appearing until midnight, or driving home from work in midnight blackness ... we get jet lag just from living here! |
| This February day was a perfect example of how the house looks in winter ... at least on a day when the sun comes out (not so rare). A week or so after this beautiful day, we had a snowstorm that dropped four or five inches of snow in our yard. It was our first experience with snow in February here; we'd only experienced snow in December previously. Luckily, it's been very civilized (i.e. short-lived) and strictly picturesque. | |
We enjoy the metamorphosis of four seasons. Each brings its own joys ... and each has some aspect that is happily left behind for the next season. Those warm summer days are pleasant, but we don't mind seeing the mosquitos and carpenter ants disappear as the days become shorter and chillier. We miss sitting out on the front porch, napping and listening to the birds singing in the trees ... but we enjoy frosty, crunchy walks through the woods when the air is crisp and energizing. In the fall, the big leaf maples turn honey gold, contrasting with the dark greens of the fir trees and the bright reds of the vine maples. Springtime brings a riot of growth, with buds almost exploding into leaves and flowers everywhere. I swear there's a crackling sound in the air of buds unfolding. The birds suddenly develop intense reds, oranges, yellows, and intense blacks. The yard has frisky (hungry) rabbits everywhere.
Madrone Ridge Marketing
Last updated July 13, 2001.