Thoughts About The Texas of My Childhood

I was a shy country boy. I grew up for five years with my older brother before the next boy came along. Five more years developed and my youngest brother was born. We were all boys, no sisters. My oldest brother and I had the run of the country side before the others came along. We lived in a land filled with stunted mesquite trees in a valley filled with mesas and peaks. Around September or October, the first blue norther would blow in. I don't see too many good blue northers anymore. But a true blue norther is when you look on the horizon in West Texas and see blue black clouds. This is usually in the morning. Every thing is still and the air is warm. As the day progresses, you will start to notice a brown line underneath the blue black clouds.
Before long a strong wind hits, bringing the temperature down from ninety five degrees to forty degrees in a matter of minutes. Texas skies are beautiful to watch. Violent storms with tremendous lightening to soft breezes in the springtime.
There are no algarita bushes or catclaw where I live now. Only wide open plains and lots of beautiful blue skies. I used to love to smell the fragrance of the algarita bushes flowering in the springtime. It is cooler up here on the plains where I live now. The snows in the winter reach to a foot of snow and sometimes more. There is nothing but farm land.
My Texas of my childhood was full of adventures. We would rabbit hunt in the spring and summer. Deer and turkey hunt in the winter and often trap winter furs. I loved my child hood in the country but was isolated from the outside world. I remained very shy until I decided that I had to join the world. What a bummer!