I’m sitting outside at a Starbucks in Sugar Land, remembering that there are reasons I still love the flat, swampy Texas Gulf Coast, namely its balmy winter weather. After more than four months in the dry, dry Southwest, the humidity — which is unbearable in the summer — feels quite nice.
I’m preparing for the first of what I hope is several holiday parties at my house. It will be tricky working around hunting season and the 500 miles between the lodge and Sugar Land. But, in the spirit of trying I have a Christmas tree being delivered at 1 p.m.
The following photos are from Thanksgiving at my sister’s house on Beaver Lake in northwest Arkansas.