With euphoria, our teens sprang from their beds this morning (how often does that happen?) scoured the house for mittens, boots, hats and coats, and dashed outdoors to play in the winter wonderland. Texans have to enjoy every opportunity for winter sports!Cheers of “the weatherman got it wrong!” carried down the hill as they dashed through the pristine snow. Bad weather has been predicted for days–dubbed Icemageddon by the cynical–but no snow was in the forecast, just ice. Lots and lots of ice.As the temperatures plunged, the rain began. Torrents gushed beside our house in the darkness, sweeping away brightly colored leaves and clogging ditches. And ice began to form, despite the deluge.But during the night, the rain finally ceased, and a gentle snow began to fall.It’s nothing by northern standards. But to the sunwashed lands, a full covering of snow is a gem of winter delight.So the teens entertained themselves for several hours, and one of them snatched my camera to capture the beauty of the day. He scrawled his name across the ice and snow and finally dashed inside to revive his freezing fingers and toes.