Yesterday, it was 85 degrees here. Sunny. A gentle sea breeze. Butterflies fluttered from hibiscus to bougainvillea and back again. Doves coo-ed, mockingbirds sang.
Now it's 38, wind is howling from the north. Drizzle and intermittent spats of rain are falling. In the words of a little boy I know . . . What happened?
What happened, of course, is a strong cold front. South Texas is having two days of winter. By the weekend we'll be back in the 70s.
For everyone north of Austin, our taste of cold is mild. But here, following eight months or more of summer, it's a little chilly. Hmmmm, chili. I think that sounds good for lunch.