Winter in Texas

Every year, I get photos from everyone that lives further north than Texas showing beautiful landscapes, frozen lakes, bundled children making snowman, etc. I enjoy seeing this side of life that I know little to nothing about, but it brings with it a sense that I am missing something.

I was gently swinging in my hammock in the back yard earlier this week, sipping an ice tea and enjoying the balmy 67 degree weather, while contemplating this "sense of missing". As I pushed off against the ground with my bare foot and enjoyed the gentle caress of the wind against legs that hadn't seen the light of day in months, I wondered if I was truly missing anything.

I looked up at the gently budding trees sheltering me from the blindingly blue sky, which was warmed by an uninstructed sun. I caught the movement of a squirrel on a tree branch, enjoyed the sounds of the dogs rolling in the grass, checked to see if I could catch a bird at the feeders we'd just refilled. I watched my son play on the trampoline, torture ants, and try to climb his rope swing. I appreciated the view of a blooming plant I'd not watered since fall.

That's when I decided that maybe it was time I sent all those Northerners a few photos of mine own. Consider them sent.