My kids grew up with long, cold winters and short summers. The endless weeks of gray skies could get depressing, but when pretty snow tumbled down, the beauty was unmatched. The memories of jumping into 10′ snow piles are forever part of my children’s youth.
Here in Texas, I chuckled last week when the nonstop newsreel alerted “winter storm” warnings. It was 65° and sunny.
If a few inches of snow dropped, it certainly wouldn’t stick. Snow would be welcome – said my son-in-law and others – largely preferred to ice. They explained the week-long TX power outage back in 2020 – the result of an ice storm. That experience remains vivid in the minds of Texans who cleaned out the shelves at our local H-E-B grocery store by Wednesday night when I stopped in.
We’ve opened the door and stepped out a few times but have been mostly indoors since Friday. While I’m well-accustomed to being snow-bound, it’s peculiar not seeing salt trucks or for that matter, seeing anything or anyone.
Families aren’t sledding or even walking outdoors – because you can’t. We’re surrounded by ice. As of this morning, schools are still cancelled and businesses remain closed.
The good news is, the current 15° Texas temp will rise considerably by mid-week. Just in time for me to board a plane to NY where I will be greeted with single digits. I’m looking forward to the snow covered trees… hopefully taking some new photos to share.
I wish you a wonderful week ahead, beginning with a good Monday today🙏🏻. Stay warm and safe, as many of you are just reemerging from a wintry weekend!❄️🩵
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 
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