Yeah, um, whut? The meteorologists big fat failed on this one. It was 85 Monday, then a cold front was supposed to come through, drop us into the 40’s, it was gonna rain a little on Wednesday, then be back up in the 60’s again.
In case is anyone is unfamiliar with the southern half of Texas, it basically doesn’t snow here. And if it does, its a very very light dusting that doesn’t stick yet the entire city shuts down anyway because people here freak out even in regular precipitation. You should see the widespread panic when they call for anything frozen – last year people raided the grocery stores just because it was supposed to get down to 20 degrees, with NO precipitation. Like there was no bread left at Walmart. Every 5 years or so we get some white stuff that actually hangs around for a few hours. In all the time I’ve lived here (21 years) I’ve managed to scrape together enough snow to make a snowman (albeit a sad tiny one) a grand total of 3 times.
But I can’t remember it ever snowing, really SNOWING, without it being forecasted like doomsday for at least a few days in advance. The weather guys didn’t jump on this until it was happening, and then they said it wouldn’t accumulate since it’s been so hot recently.
South Texas is WHITE. All the way down to Houston!
I’m sure it’ll all be gone by mid morning but for me this was a fun little unexpected treat. I was driving home from the barn when the first big snowflake hit my windshield and I was like “WTF was that? Is it… is it SNOWING? Nooo… OMG IT IS! TAKE A PICTURE EVERYONE HOLY CRAP!”. Texans. We don’t ever see these things.
And what had I been doing at the barn? Trying to let my horse run around and stretch his legs, since that “little bit” of forecasted rain on Wednesday turned into a 36-hour soaking. Which, for the record, I am also 100% ok with because the fields needed it. But despite not having been out for 2 days, Henry was uninterested in participating in shenanigans. He rolled, he grazed under the fence, and he snorted a lot, but he never left a slighty peppy walk despite my encouragement.
Until, of course, I ran a few steps away from him. Then the game was on.
Yep, I was the crazy person trotting around the ring in tandem with my horse, giggling madly the whole time. Serious work that us eventers are up to right now, guys. Maturity level off the charts. This went on for a lot longer than it should have.
And then it started snowing, and then I got home and Elf was on, and now Texas is all SNOWY, at least for a few more hours.
I may or may not have listened to Christmas carols on the way to work.