Earlier this week we saw highs top out at 81*. I was happily flipping around in my flops, then I woke to this scene…
We often joke about the weather turning on a dime here in Texas. Listen to me now and believe me later. It’s true. And while I can’t say that I love winter, I do enjoy a billowy white snow day, and this one didn’t disappoint.
It came down in big, fat, cotton-ball like flakes. I enjoyed more than one cup of coffee watching it fall.
After a day off of school because if icy road conditions, mama may have found herself with some cooped up restless naitives. And I may have imagined that my bovine girlfriends were singing, “Let It Go.”
Friends assured me that they were actually singing, “Let It Snow!” Apparently they were.
We got a fresh blanket last night.
But it’s still a treat to see the beginnings of spring peeking through the frost.
We are soaking it up, to be sure. We will see temperatures over the century mark before we know it.
Rufus, however, assures us that he is happy to hold down the fort from the comfort of his favorite spot, bless his heart.
Stay warm, friends!