❅Snow Day❅

I am so far south in Texas that snow is a very rare occasion for us, in fact it had literally been decades since the last time it snowed here. Prior to this February the last time it snowed in San Antonio was January 13, 1985; I was old enough to not only remember it but played in it, made snow angels and snowpeople who were taller than me. To this day it seems like a fairy tale and is one of my fondest childhood memories, as we looked over the pristine blanket that coated our front yard I remember my father saying that it had not snowed here for almost thirty years, in fact since he was a boy. So almost thirty years later, I sat glued to the weather channel like a kid waiting up for Santa on Christmas. I’d known since much earlier in the day that it was going to snow, I have traveled to winter places on vacation and seen snow besides the event here as a child. I knew the conditions were perfect and it smelled like snow from about two in the afternoon on. I was ecstatic when I saw the first tweets that the sleet was changing into snow, I threw on some warm clothes and wandered into the night with a broken toe to capture this rare occasion. With out further adieu, snow in South Texas.

There is nothing like looking up into the sky as snow is falling.

This is actually a view of the street once it was completely coated.

You know some type of weed is the only thing hardy enough to be this green after days of freezing weather.

I loved the way the snow looked against the night sky.

Still a kid at heart and I still love the snow.

HAHA! Well, this is a new sight!

The same weed as before, I just felt he determination to be green deserved a little extra help.

It truly was a magical night and it will probably be a long time before we see another like it.

“The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.” Margaret Atwood