So it didn’t snow on Friday, or do much of anything else. The Woodson was closed along with most of the campus but I wound up coming in anyway. My niece from Chicago was here for an audition at the Shepherd School which went ahead as scheduled. (She was very politely bemused about the shut down.) Apart from the Shepherd School, which was a beehive of nervous aspirants and their parent, things were eerily quiet. I did find some good ice, on a bicycle parked next to the building.
In a comment to the post below, loyal reader James Medford posts an interesting link to historical Houston snowfalls. (I really appreciate this kind of help, y’all. Thanks, James.) He’s got to be right that the picture is from the snow in January 1918, but it seems like there might be a little more snow than the official .2 inches. They’ve gathered up enough to build what I think might be an owl–it’s not much of a likeness, but I can’t imagine what else it could be.
Finally, as we approach the centennial of Italian cypresses leaning to one side in the quad, I noticed last Thursday that one of them had pretty well toppled over. By the time I got back with my camera, some stalwart fellows from FE&P were righting the ship. I don’t mean to be a cynic, but I’m fairly sure this is going to happen again.