Grass is still readily available here (that non-legal type, too, for all them there heathens reading this), even in the coldest of months, and it really makes this redneck wonder why on earth any rancher up yonder would have claimed their stakes so far north that they'd be forced to buy hay for their steaks in the winter.
That's just silliness.
Never fear, Padre (dmargalotti, as the rest of you prefer). WMC may have Florida, but you've got a standing invitation to come warm your bones by the ever-burning fire pit down here in the Lone Star. Just, please, be sure to scoop up my former milk maid on the way down.