I guess our Indian summer is about to grind to a halt. The weather guesser tells us we’re gonna have temps in the twenties in a couple days.
This is the weather in Texas: one day summer, the next day winter. You never know what to wear.
The cowboys, who live mostly outside have a whole language about this weather.
“Whooee! Nothin’ between us an’ the North Pole but a bob wire fence!”
“ Even that’s only a three wire fence!”
“ Yeah, and one’s broke down.”
“Heck, it’s colder’n a pawnbrokers smile.”
“ Feels cold as a well digger’s…belt buckle.”
I guess me and miz Sallie will be movin’ the Hibiscus into the greenhouse, and I’ll be pullin’ up tomato vines and hangin’em up in the tractor shed.
So, cut me a slice of that chuck wagon coffee while I pull on my Mukluks, I gotta go feed cows!