Christmas lights were a challenge this year. In past years, I've channelled my inner exterior illumination demon (usually takes the form of Martha Stewart with an extra shot of OCD holding a light pole) to put up Christmas lights. Not so this year. This will be known as the year where I got owned by our new yard.
The light pole (for stringing lights into trees) snapped in the autumn, so this explains why none of our lights make it over the 6 foot mark. Also challenging is our power situation (being drawn off our trailer, which is known for shorting out if you run the microwave and toaster at the same time).
And this explains why it looks like a crazy person ran in circles weaving through trees, fencing, and the odd birdbath.*
(*and it took me a week to convince myself to live with it and not to go out there and fix it. I think the freezing temperatures might have had a hand in this.)
At one point I just threw it over a branch and ran towards the fence.
If you stop and cover your eyes just the right way, it does look pretty. I think. Maybe.
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