They say that trees talk as the branches blow in the wind. They sing the songs from yesterday and silence the secrets of each man's sin. Cut upon the trunks of carved barked, Indians and Cowboys both left there mark. Along the many rivers that flow, there rest deep roots the trees will sow. The stories collected deep into their core, as leaves fall, again return, as so the stories of Texas folklore.
photo of Oak Tree, Victoria, Texas Christmas Eve 2004, photo shared by a dear friend. This was the second miracle snow fall for south Texas which rarely sees snow. The first time was Christmas Eve 1918 with a mere 0.1 inch fell, but sincerely was not like the snow from 1895 to only be repeated again in 2004, remember this as the year it snow. Once in a lifetime and a first white Christmas for many, including my mother who visit that year.