Winter Words

Finally, it feels like winter. The heavy cold has arrived. It feels good and is a nice way to scrub off the final memories of a hot summer. Of course, there was no rain with the recent front, which is unfortunate, because we could use the rain. But I’m tired of speaking of how the dryline has moved. This is simply our lot in life now. Dry days and water tables sacrificed to satisfy developers and irrigators.

Of course, heavy cold means different things in Texas depending on where you live. As a denizen of central Texas I get more cold than I did as a Gulf Coast resident, but less than they get in the Panhandle and north Texas. Overall, I’d have to say this feels like an unusually warm winter although since I’ve been around for so long, I have a larger data set than most. So, there’s a dwindling audience with a shared experience, and that’s as it should be.

I just have to tell myself that no one really wants to hear about the good old days because most people are simply interested in making their own good old days out of the current inventory. And I’m good with that. I just wish they had a better sense of how to protect what they have because nothing is inexhaustible and if you doubt me just ask the Anasazi who had a lot of good old days themselves before their weather changed and their entire culture came crashing down.