a tale of two christmases

 

We awoke this morning to a white Christmas with several inches of snow.  We braved the icy loop to drive to my dad's house, which only had a dusting of snow.  As we drove the 12 miles to Idalou, the snow disappeared.  Instead of blowing snow, we encounter blowing dust!  Only in West Texas can one find white snowdrifts frosted with brown dirt!