Snow Day X 2

Ah, Beauty, your name is snow -- especially when I won't need to shovel because by tomorrow the temps will raise to 50s and all will be gone! But for now . . . Winter Wonderland in Texas.

My son's unscientific attempt to measure the snowfall. Okay, the ruler was a good idea, but perhaps next time he'll choose one that the numbers are VISIBLE! Nonetheless, the pictures are eloquent to illustrate the amount of snowfall received in the Lone Star State.

Snow Day

Nightfall in the snow!
8 o'clock at night and still the flakes are falling.



I'm not sure this bush will ever be the same.


Not sure what she's digging for. Maybe, it's all the times the squirrels were busy in her yard. She just wanted to try it out.


Snow . . . snow . . . everywhere.


45 minutes out of the garage and already hubby's car is turning white.


This picture is for my daughter. The green van was her set of high school wheels. The old car looks pretty good under a drenching of white.


Too wild . . . snow in Texas is a dusting, but this, 5inches and counting.


Snow Day in Texas . . . who would have believed snow starting at 7am and still going at 8pm?

My dog loves this stuff. Not quite sure what the white cold flakes are, but, boy, oh, boy, are they fun.
Run, doggie, run!

July Flood

Not that we aren't accustomed to flash flooding in Texas . . . as a matter of fact with the flatness of some of our state, flash flooding is a way of life. However, I didn't expect to see it in my backyard.

Then, there was the problem of what happened to my street. We . . . um, sorta lost the curb.


That water is four inches deep, running river-style down my sidewalk.

This was my side yard.

Does this mean I don't have to mow anymore?


This is what I did tonight instead of writing. There was that whole issue of either I sweep or the house floods. Hum . . . should I or shouldn't I? Get the broom somebody.



One last image. This isn't the ocean, but instead a small creek within a half mile of my house. In Texas when we say creek--well, actually, we say crik, but don't hold that against us--we mean a muddy patch of bottom land that occasionally gets wet enough to catch a tadpole or two.

However, after 4 inches of rain in ONE HOUR, this creek, which normally measures 2 or 3 feet at its deepest, flooded to 20 feet plus in depth. For reference, that is a 15-foot light pole on the right-side of the picture. So who needs a summer trip to the Gulf of Mexico? Just pull up a rocker on the porch and hang on. As my Big Mama used to say, 'The crik'll come up presently.'