More than 200,000 homes and businesses without power (my electricity was off most of the night but came back on this morning). Over a foot of snow. Limbs breaking at every turn. Whole trees felled. Roofs and carports collapsing. Yep, it’s still winter.
Despite the threat of limbs falling on me (which made me stay in the open as much as possible), I enjoyed a leisurely walk at White Rock Lake this morning. But I wasn’t early enough to beat the snowman builders. There had to be six or eight of the plump icy guys scattered about the park.
The sound of wood cracking and limbs plummeting filled the air. It goes a long way in explaining the power outages. I had to step over or under several large branches and one whole tree just to get to the lake (the whole tree squashed a few bird feeders when it fell but missed my neighbor’s home by inches).
The temperature has already climbed above freezing. Trees now have their own individual rain storms beneath their limbs. Well, rain storms and falling clumps of snow.
If I read correctly, this broke several records in the weather books. I’m not one bit surprised by that.
It’s already disappearing, though. After all, this is Texas. Soon it’ll be nothing but a memory of the snow storm that ate Dallas.
A beautiful memory, yes, but a memory nonetheless.