A Hemingway feel for scapes of Spain

TODAY, the hills and mountains are white and the tall, leafless poplar trees are beautiful, all dressed in snow.

In the sun, they sparkle like some mad admirer has hung diamond necklaces on the branches. Locals say another week of snow or rain will do us. That’s good to hear!

Three days ago, it was 26 degrees here in the Sierra Nevada, with no wind. The crickets leapt for joy. A few fell in the swimming pool and we pulled them out before they could be eaten by the Great Diving Beetles. I was once bitten by one and its jaws pierced my skin. Swimming with sharks might be safer.