This is only our third winter in Houston, so I still find the seasonal changes here really weird and disorienting. We’re on the eve of December, and a third of the leaves are still green, a third are gone, and a third are changing colors. Mentally, I’m approximately here, season-wise:
It was 50 F when I left Toastmasters tonight. I passed someone waiting at a bus stop, wearing a puffy, calf-length winter coat, a knit hat, and a scarf. (I’m not quite that wimpy, but I’m not that far off, either.) And yesterday it was 80 F. I was recently wondering where the heck all the hangers had gone and realized that they’re ALL in my area of the closet because I currently need both sweaters and short sleeves on a weekly basis.
I like our mild winters here in Houston, but as far as I’m concerned, the 80-degree days could give it a rest until March. I need the closet space and it would help me get in the mood for Christmas decorating!
(If you’re curious, all of the pictures were taken in Holmdel Park, just a couple miles from where we lived in New Jersey and one of our favorite places to spend a Sunday afternoon in those days.)