Hi Barbara. You know, autumn in Texas can be kind of drab compared to autumn in Minnesota, where I was raised. Up there, you’re more likely to see bright red and orange displays, mixed with the evergreen pines and fur trees. Down here where I live in Fort Worth, most leaves turn duller shades of orange or brown. However, there are exceptions, as shown by the two photos below.
Beautiful Red Maple in Texas Autumn
Fall foliage along a sparkling creek
Our winter landscape tends to look barren and brown, except when a rare snow storm blows in. Then everything is magically transformed into a wintery fairyland. But it doesn’t last. As soon as temps climb above freezing, usually within a day or two, the snow melts and we return to normal. Normal for this part of Texas, that is.
A temporary frosting of snow
That’s down here in North Central Texas. If one travels northwest to the panhandle it’s a different story. Hardy residents of that high plains region sometimes suffer severe blizzards. In late February 2013, a storm carrying hurricane force winds brought whiteout conditions, knocked out power for thousands, caused numerous accidents and left motorists stranded.
Such storms can also cause ranchers to lose cattle. Calves are prone to group along fences and suffocate under the snow. Cattle on feedlots may lose weight due to the cold. Here's a photo of a Texas longhorn grazing in snowy field
**All photos were obtained by the author from dreamstime.com.
Now I’d like to give you a peek at my recent release, Christmas Cookies for Tristan.
Blurb: Tristan Jameson isn’t happy to attend a stuffy New York Christmas party, but when Charlotte Dixon walks in, the evening promises unexpected excitement. A tin of homemade Christmas cookies helps bring the two of them togeth
Tristan tensed when he saw a striking auburn-haired woman hand her coat to a butler in the penthouse foyer and walk into the crowded living room. He’d never met her, he was certain, yet he felt instantly drawn to her. Despite his avoidance of female companionship over the past two years, his pulse quickened and the chatter of partygoers faded away as he watched her.
She wore a cranberry red dress with tiny cap sleeves that went surprisingly well with her mahogany hair. Smiling brightly, she exchanged air kisses with Johanna Cantrell, their hostess and Tristan’s distant cousin, who had opened up her lavish Park Avenue suite for this early Christmas party. So gracious of her, everyone agreed. Of course they all knew tonight’s party was aimed at garnering backers for the lady’s upcoming mayoral campaign.
The redhead had arrived unescorted. Was she a personal friend of Johanna’s or some high-placed business executive who might be convinced to throw her support behind the candidate? Tristan doubted it was the latter. She didn’t look old enough to fill such a role.
Curious to discover her identity, he edged his way through the crowd and followed the woman down a hall toward the kitchen, admiring the slender curves revealed by her subtly flowing skirt. Members of the catering staff buzzed past like worker bees, carrying empty food trays to be refilled and filled ones back out to the buffet table in the spacious living room, or salon as Cousin Johanna called it.
Pausing in the kitchen’s open doorway, Tristan leaned against the door jam and observed the redhead as she held out a large Christmas tin to a portly, bearded man in a white chef’s uniform.
“Please arrange these cookies on a tray and set them out with the other desserts,” she said in a low, smoky voice reminiscent of actress Kathleen Turner’s.
The man scowled. “Madame, I personally prepare all food for every event I cater, including the desserts.”
“Oh, but I baked these especially for tonight as a gift for Jo . . . I mean Mrs. Cantrell. She told me to bring them back here for you to serve.”
“I doubt that, young woman,” the pompous ass sneered. “That good woman knows I never allow anything prepared by another hand to be served at one of my events.”
“Are you calling me a liar?” The redhead’s voice shook slightly, either with distress or anger.
What a delightful post, Lyn. A great description of autumn and winter in Texas and a terrific glimpse of your Christmas Cookies. Best of luck with your story. Now, you all will have to excuse me. All this talk of cookies is sending for a snack.
Celebrate the Holidays with Christmas Cookies for Tristan. Available on Amazon exclusively for Kindle: