Snow comes to the Hill Country

Finally, after what seemed too long, I went outside yesterday morning and watered our front-yard Wildscape. The sun was shining, and the temperature felt warm. I had on a short-sleeved shirt, capri jeans, and slaps. In the back, I watered about half, then stopped. Figured I'd save the rest for later.

Well, later turned into mid afternoon, and by then, the wind had whipped up. Temperatures were quickly cooling, too. I finished watering and ducked back in the house.

By 3:30 p.m., it was WINDY. I was outside and waved to a middle schooler as he walked past toward home. We chatted about the wind.

"It's going to snow," he said matter-of-factly.

"Really?" I was skeptical. "How do you know?"

"My iPod," he replied.

Right. Sure. iPods can predict weather now, too. And I own a hotel in Hawaii. Seriously, I didn't pay too much attention to his forecast.

Then the hail came after 9 p.m., nickel-sized and lots of it.

"It's going to snow next," James said matter-of-factly as he peered out the dining room door. Right. Sure.

And dog gone if it didn't! After 10 p.m., the flakes fell, covering our yard in less than a half hour. Just like a kid, James ran down the hall and hollered at Lindsey to wake up. I got up long enough to say I saw it, then I went back to bed. James, however, took lots of photos, and Lindsey made a snowman. Sorta.

This morning, I ventured outside and took just a few shots.



Last Saturday, after my father passed, we left the hospital and met at a Denny's in Boerne for an early lunch. My sweet nephew, Brandon (who's eight), drew this little scene, using blue and orange crayons that I'd fetched for him at the restaurant. I thought it appropriate to post along with my other snow photos.

So how did YOU know, Brandon?