Hello from the very cold, blustery winter in The Texas Hill Country. At night it gets down in the low twenties. I’m a big fan of the wood burning stove. Hey, I may be melting the polar ice caps but a man’s got to do what a man’s go to do to stay warm. All the leaves have dropped off of the trees and although to some, it might look dreary, I find it peaceful and comforting. I like walking with my dogs along the Medina River watching the stream rise into the air and disappear.
Winter in The Hill Country is a time for reflection and direction. Spring will eventually erupt and interrupt your thought process. Although many of the birds, including all of the Hummingbirds, have flown off to their winter homes in Florida like a lot of New Yorkers do, new and different ones have taken their place – but only for the winter. They bring new sounds and different colors but soon enough they’ll travel elsewhere as the others return. It’s peaceful and quiet here. It recharges the soul. I think I’ll start writing Book III of The Dudley Files. You’ll thank me. Enjoy your winter.