I've recently resigned myself to the fact that Houston weather...sucks...for lack of a better word. I've already mentioned how miserably devilish the summer is and without hardly any 60's and 70's in which to frolic in the fields, it turned to 30s and 20s. And 30s with humidity is COLD. Like sweater wearing, coat wearing, hat wearing, mittens wearing cold. But I think it feels colder mentally because I was expecting this wonderfully 60 degree winter and I'm bitter that I endured triple digit heat because "the winters are so nice." But, I've accepted it. I'm pretty good at making the best of a situation when I really don't have a choice in it anyway. (Not that I don't have a choice in living in Houston. I just don't have a choice in how the weather's gonna be). I can officially say, "I like it here but the weather sucks." But then, one December day, I go outside to get in my car and think, wow. It feels warm. I get out my phone and look up the weather. It is 69 degrees. 69 degrees in the middle of December. That's "nice." That's better than "nice." So. I did a little frolicking in the field and I've now decided that the jury is still out on the weather in Houston.
Everyone told me how much I'd miss the season changes and when I went back to Utah in October for a visit and saw the beautiful leaves, I realized I would miss that more than I thought. And then this morning, I look outside from our dining table and here is what I discoveedr in my own backyard.
Pretty, huh? And those trees in the back will stay green all year long. And as far as season changes, going from the 20's to the 70's in one week is all the change I need. And I thought Utah weather was unpredictable...
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I was talking to a couple who just moved in to our ward from Texas about your weather woes and she said, "oh ya, their having a freak cold front now, that's not normal."
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