Winter is vulnerable and naked. It has not the flourish and feast of spring nor the childhood fun of summer. It has not the vibrant colors of autumn. And in Texas, it usually has not the brilliance of a fresh snow.

But this year, Mother Nature took pity on us. She adorned us with jewels I haven’t seen since moving to this state.

The Trees’ Fashion Show

Shivering Gnome

Frosty’s Lair

A Dog’s Dream