Crow’s Nest
by Clint Younts
Bluebonnets are thick as ticks on a hound’s belly, and other wildflowers have begun popping up in my pasture. My pecan tree and those devilish mesquite trees have just sprouted leaves. So, after our horrific week of winter, I officially declare it’s springtime in Texas.
Most native Texans are aware that spring weather in the Lone Star state is unpredictable and fluctuates from hot to cold at the drop of a hat, making me think Mother Nature is menopausal. Unlike the other seasons, you just can’t predict the weather in spring. In summer, we know it’s gonna be hot as Satan’s belt buckle and dry as a camel’s turd. In the fall, it start’s out blazing hot, then turns bitterly cold on the one Friday night you decide to attend a high school football game. As for winter, normally we get a week or two of frigid weather (for us Texans, that’s when the temperature drops below 58 degrees), but the rest of the time, it’s right pleasant.
