North is easy to find this time of year.
We've got a beautiful snowfall underway. Soft, fluffy flakes hushing straight down from the low cloud deck. The tree crotches are marked. Bare branches embrace the snow. No wonder so many babies happen this time of year.
Likely, this will be a light snow, only one to three inches. But it's going to decorate a gorgeous thanksgiving.
Every time I look out the window, I say the same thing:
Even as a winter novice, I had to get out. I had a mission. An old Texan will go to a lot of trouble for a Thanksgiving pecan pie. The wintry mix was not going screw with my tradition.
This morning before the roads turned treacherous, I managed to get to the pie place and back. Literally, I went over the river and through the woods – driving across the bridge above Lock & Dam No. 1 on the Mississippi River. The big river is already showing ice floes. Overnight lows of 2 degrees will make the topside ice more safe for those Sons of Herman who just have to see if it will bear their weight. And the pickup truck.
Hope these are Stuart pecans.