87 degrees as of 5 minutes ago on my porch. I sweated my way thru sales calls, and stripped down to my civvy’s when I got in the garage. There is nothing more uncomfortable than a sweaty business suite, it was like getting out of a straight jacket.
There should be some sort of natural law that cools us off in November. It seems to apply quite nicely to the rest of the country. I guess we are just rebels here in S. Texas.
Oh, and my Crazy lemon tree that flowered a couple weeks ago for the second time? It’s flowered again, yep that makes 3 flowering’s since April.
We’ve come along way in the Year since Harvey hit. Where we once had lines of trash and debris trucks stretching for miles and miles carrying away the flood damage, closed freeways, damaged levy’s, and a community coming together to help each other. There weren’t lines for hand outs, there were lines of people waiting and more than willing to volunteer to help their neighbors, their friends, their city. #HoustonStrong
Today I’m grateful to be in a City that knew how to come together after a major catastrophe, and the wonderful recovery we’ve enjoyed because we went to WORK on it, we didn’t wait for the Government to bail us out.
The sky turned orange, and the wind picked up.
Lightening flashed across the sky.
My eyes burned
My throat and nose felt raked by the dust.
Then it was all quiet and quite dirty.
The fun of South Texas is the extreme weather. We were spoiled in April and May. It was dry, cool, sunny, and beautiful. Now it’s June in Texas. 96 degrees, 85% humidity a little overwhelming.
Here we go Texas Summer!
There is something great about a southern storm. The thunder, the wind changes direction, the sky darkens, and you can smell the rain before it starts.
The humidity is heavy, until it breaks and the lovely rain falls.
The rain is amazing.
Galveston Island is a different sort of place.
It is beachy, homey, southern, industrial, and very windy.
I traveled to Galveston yesterday, and it was a stormy spring day. Galveston didn’t disappoint. The wind was epic, and sung to me all night long.
It moved the pool furniture across the deck of the hotel pool, and whistled around the 4th floor.
The thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed.
So instead of sleeping, I listened to the wind, whistle and moan.
The photos I took couldn’t capture what I was feeling, but I did find this on Pinterest.
Wind on the beach can be brutal, destructive, and quite impressive.
March is coming in like a lion. I hope we get the lamb weather soon.