Poor Tree. I misunderstood you. Texass is a fucked up place, and you have ever right to pick your own seasons.
So yeah, after several days of 65, 70, 80 degree weather, we had a feisty wind and thunderstorm. The next day it snowed, sleeted, and was all around nasty. Today it is 70 degrees.
I am so sorry, you poor poor tree.
Now I'm going to make a tinfoil hat and walk to my voting location.