One of the advantages of getting older is that sometimes, just sometimes, you do get a little smarter.
Like putting up the lights when there isn't any snow on the ground yet, it's daylight and not freakin' -30C.
I 'rescued' a whole big banana box of old-school outdoor lights from the transfer station last year (it's not called a 'dump' anymore because one's garbage is hauled to some other place). And there was also another banana box filled with fresh new replacement bulbs.
Anyway, I had visions of summertime parties with lights strung overhead like you see in pictures of places like Italy or when you go to East Side Mario's for supper.
Turns out they're darned good Christmas lights, too. Once the places where the mice ate through the plastic sheathing are fixed.
They came that way. We do not have mice. We have moles destroying the northeast corner of the yard but no mice.
The lights look just like this one:
but in an assortment of colours. The violet ones are my favs.
Bryan and I strung then through the fir trees on the fire department's lot right beside ours, best viewed through the large window beside our dining table. We'll do a 'test view' tonight but have resolved that they will not be regularly lit up until December.
And now, I sit here writing while the man fixes the small LED trees we've had for years which were mauled by the at-the-time very small Jack Russell puppies. Once the repairs have been done, installation of Christmas Lights - Part 2 will commence.
Wow. This is something like when I accidently got a college term paper done way before deadline. It felt so good I wondered why I'd never done it before. Of course, I didn't let it become a habit.