The changing of the four seasons in our little part of Texas continues to baffle me to this day. I’ve lived here since the middle of my senior year in high school, so you would think a little assimilation would have happened in at least one of the lobes of my brain. Not so. So when exactly does winter come to Texas?
My confusion is probably due to lots of my growing-up years spent in Colorado and Michigan. There, once a year, leaves gloriously change on a dime to candy colors of bright red, orange and yellow. I still recall collecting a handful of colorful leaves for a grade school project. Our teacher had each student place their little collection between two pieces of wax paper with some crayon shavings. Add a little heat from a warm iron and … ta-da … you just made a nice little artsy project to take home to mommy.
My memories also include lots of snowflakes routinely floating down from the heavens. Yep … and that means I still remember how to make a snowman, snow fort and one mean snowball. The secret is wet snow and leather gloves. Sadly, there is little threat from me hitting a moving, or stationary target with a snowball. I throw like a girly girl!
So when that Frosty-the-Snowman winter storm in the northeast came across the national newsfeed recently, there was lots of sympathy shivering and shuddering at the Frantz house. Those poor people! Over seven feet of snow! As if shoveling off a sidewalk isn’t heart-stopping tough enough … you have to shovel that stuff off your roof as well?
Not that this part of Texas doesn’t have their own little finger snaps of cold weather and occasional snowfall. I distinctly recall a major snowstorm bordering on a snow-pocalypse event back in the '70s … maybe five or six inches of accumulation tops. It even stuck around for a couple of days instead of a few hours. That also meant there was just enough of the white stuff to lie down in and flap your arms to construct the classic snow angel. Try doing that while decked out in less-than-winter garb.
Those memories from winters past prompted me years ago to purchase an electric blanket in case we had another really chilly winter that lasted more than a day. Yeah … I know … what are the odds of that happening? The electric blanket camped out in the closet all folded up nicely encased in thick plastic for several years. I think we used it once or twice and that was just to warm up the sheets 15 minutes before crawling under the covers. You could wake up in the morning looking like a piece of burnt toast if you weren’t careful!
I pulled the blanket out last week after wiping a pound of dust off the plastic zippered bag. It wasn’t until the blanket made it on the bed that I noticed the electrical plug-in stuff was missing-in-action. How does that happen? We have a random shopping bag full of all kinds of random wires around here someplace.
I did read somewhere we are supposed to have a colder winter than normal – whatever that means. Obviously, up north they have had their fair share. But I’ve already worn my wool coat twice this year, so there could be something to the blizzard buzz.
I know what you are thinkin’ … there is still time to put a pair of fur-lined leather gloves on your Christmas list. You wouldn’t want to be caught “red-handed” when the snowball fight starts would you?