This story is a part of our “Causes to Love Houston” package deal, printed within the Spring 2025 problem.
There are, truly, some issues to like about Houston climate…follow us. Sure, hurricane season is taxing and traumatic. Sure, the sweltering warmth of our summers makes us “humad” all season. However we discovered some causes to embrace town’s local weather. Okay, we discovered three causes.
Going all out on Halloween decorations to overcompensate.
We’re nonetheless wiping the sweat off our brows, however that can completely not cease us from celebrating the spookiest time of 12 months. In any case, what’s spookier than 90 levels in October? Deliver on the (iced) pumpkin spice latte and the yard swag. We’ve noticed many an elaborate Halloweenscape on individuals’s entrance lawns over time. Fairly a number of Houstonians have snagged the 12-foot House Depot skeleton (that’s “Skelly” to you) that went viral upon its launch in 2020. The prop is now exhausting to get, making its presence on somebody’s property considerably of a standing image.
Elsewhere, armies of skeletons, even the odd big spider, climb up native homes. Cemeteries with scary or humorous headstone epitaphs sprawl throughout lawns. There’s been a noticeable rise in gaudy inflatables; frankly, we’re unsure how we really feel about that. Should we actually have a view of 17 big blow-up characters out of your youngsters’ favourite films? However should you imagine “the gaudier, the higher,” head to Nightmare on Sweet Cane Lane, the annual Halloween spectacle on Robinson Street in Missouri Metropolis. Animatronic figures are a fixture right here, from clowns whose eyes gentle as much as dolls decapitating their teddy bears.
The nice, delicate winters (aside from that one time*).

Fifty-eight levels. That’s the common temperature of Houston winters (November to February) over the previous decade.
Pay attention, not everybody will agree with this one. We get it. A few of y’all simply love your seasons. Whereas the sweltering summers and lack of leaf peeping do make us frowny-face, we admire with the ability to stroll round in a T-shirt in December. Sorry, not sorry.
*The 2021 freeze will endlessly make us spiral into hardcore prepper mode each time the forecast flirts ever so barely south of 32˚F.
When that first cool entrance of the season hits: a poem.
Bayou dwellers languish in summer time’s inferno
Hoping, praying for the wind to a lot as blow
Sticky with sweat from the cruel Houston solar
Teases come and go, but reduction is on the run
Till…what’s that? A candy sensation thought lengthy misplaced
The refined caress of an outdated lover, star-crossed
A breeze! A crispness within the air! And a tire gentle
Greet us one morning as we eagerly take flight
A cool entrance, they are saying. By God we’ll take it, we are saying
The bayou dwellers smile huge and lay off their horn
Exultant, planning, rid of the summer time’s scorn
Gallivanting exterior earlier than the following beating
For, alas, we all know too effectively this can be fleeting