Winter came today.

While moving my mom last week, I nodded toward the blooming fruit trees planted along the road and said, "Poor pear trees-- they're buying into the false spring. They'll pay for that, and dearly."

Mom clucked at me and said, "Those aren't pear trees, and besides, it's been a mild, warm winter. They may make it through with their blooms intact."

In my 30-sumpin' years of growing up in N. Texas, probably half of the Texas snow that I've seen fall fell in the month of March. Sure, it rarely sticks, but March is typically a rainy month in Texas, and when a cold front marches down from the north and collides with wet Gulf air, we get snow. My brother's birthday is on the 23rd, and I've seen it snow plenty after his birthday. Every time this happens, people freak. Out.

It is Texas.

It is not supposed to snow, I suppose, ever.

Folks, it's not that hard to remember two whole years ago, is it?