A little bit of overnight snow made Saturday morning look a lot different than the morning before. But by the middle of the day, the snow was gone.
Which reminds me, when we were in Minnesota last fall the main topic of conversation among the locals was Winter. (They capitalized it when they spoke the word. I could tell.) One man told us that a few winters ago there was “too much snow” to use a snowmobile. There’s almost nothing in that sentence that makes any kind of sense to me.
Sadly, this lovely bit of snow turned tragic: about the same time I was making this image, a driver lost control of her vehicle and ran into a group of first responders who were on the scene of earlier accidents. Two of the first responders were killed and the other one is still hospitalized. The first funeral is today; our whole city is in shock over what happened. That doesn’t have anything to do with this photo, but it’s been on my mind this week.
Lubbock County, Texas
I think my dad’s family moved to Mobeetie in the early 1930s; the bank my grandfather had in Branson, Colorado, didn’t survive the Depression so they came to Texas to make a new start. My dad lived there until he and eleven other students made up the graduating class of 1940. He was 16 when he graduated, and he headed off to what was then known as Texas Technological College. (He went from a town of 400 people to a college with an enrollment of just under 3,800. No wonder he flunked out.*)
I don’t really think this playground equipment was there when he was, but I did get a bit of a weird vibe from it. Of course, that might also have been from the cold wind that day…
Old Mobeetie, Texas
*Not to worry, though. He retuned to college and made straight As in his chosen field of civil engineering. The most frequently told story of my whole life was How I Was Too Young When I Went To College.
The east side of the landscaping berm is covered with bulbs that have emerged from their winter below ground. And, on Tuesday, the plants, the berm, and the rest of the yard were covered with ice.
Maybe I’ve mentioned it previously, but I really just don’t like cold weather. I get worse about it every year, too; right now I don’t even like going to the north side of town because I fear it’ll be colder up there. But that layer of ice on the plants was lovely and, thinking of my loyal reader(s) as always, I braved the bitter temperatures* to get this shot.
*Yes. Bitter, bitter temperatures. (31 degrees, if you have to know.)