For the first time since last April, frost rests upon the Broke Tree Corral! The temperature at the ranch house read 35 deg. F., but when I walked down to the corral, I saw frost. Then I photographed frost on the horse apples and soil (I could have photographed frost on the trailer, but this was a neat pic with green tumbleweed).
This weather event is worthy of a separate post — should have made it on Saturday — because, well, it’s cold for a change, and we have been sweltering, perspiring, cussing, finding shade, digging caves and seeking the earth’s innards for cool places like Sonora Caverns or Carlsbad Caverns. Many of us in the Southwest have even constructed wine cellars for cool comfort even though many Texas vaqueros prefer Shiner or Casa Blanca beer and won’t use the cellars for anything but a cool getaway. River bottoms at night also offer pleasant temperatures. Bear Creek and Palo Pinto Creek near my ranchito are cool at night.
I like the tumbleweed and frost. Yesterday I had to shred tumbleweeds in the Broke Tree because when they dry up the tumbleweeds will detach from the soil, roll around and scare the horses at night — yes, tumbling tumbleweeds. I am not going to ever use tumbleweeds for Christmas trees. Too fragile, smell funny. The way this economy is going, however, I may cut the tumbleweeds and go to the Metroplex and purvey to florists! I am getting a mite desperate.
- Rain in Broke Tree Corral (swamericana.wordpress.com)
- Tumbleweeds Are Piling Up Across the Plains (nytimes.com)