Winter in Texas

December 7, 2009

There was some talk of “snow” last week that had everyone excited. I keep gently reminding my kids that snow here is not at all what they think of as snow. There would be no skiing, no snowmen building, no igloos, no shovelling, no snow blowing, no snow plows coming along and leaving a four foot high wall of ice that you have to chip away at with a sledgehammer…Hurray! Oh sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts there for a minute.

Then Friday, it happened. SNOW. Sort of.

Some places had big snowflakes that fell, but I was downtown and there was only teeny tiny barely visible flakes in the air. My neighbor, who was born and raised in Texas, was with me. She was very excited by the “snow.”

I know this probably is nothing like what you had for snow in CT is it?

Um, we probably wouldn’t have called it anything, except maybe AIR.

We haven’t worn any sort of winter parkas yet (will we?) and my kids are still wearing shorts most days. And on Saturday we had an outdoor barbeque party to attend. Outdoors! In December! And we fed some ducks, that is until they started chasing us and we ran away screaming, me screaming at Miles to drop the damn bread.

This is a photo of us as we made our hasty retreat. You can see Miles still has the bread clutched in his fist.

The teachers at school sent home emails about dressing appropriately for the “cold winter” weather and I wonder if the email was only sent to me. But 50 degrees? Really not that cold. 40? We break out the long pants. If it ever hits 30 they will all be sporting some winter coats a size too small.

Maybe I can knit them some wrist warmers.