Geoff really is coping, and thriving, by hanging lights. Lots and lots and lots of lights! First came those icicle lights around the deck, future site of my Hot Chocolate and Scones shop. Next he replaced burnt out bulbs in the garden with colored lights, red, green, yellow, blue. Then his ship(ment) came in and he really leveled up!
The chickens stirred, bok-bokked. Google translate says, "Hey, turn down the sun! We're trying to sleep!
The sun goes down, and our lights turn up, in the front yard, in the back yard, up and down the stairs, and all over town. We want to spread light. We are making our fun, however we can, virtually, or secretly, right out loud. It's not so hard to understand how celebrations, and traditions of light sprung up, and endured, when light fades, and cold seeps in, and this year has put us closer in touch with the longing for hope and company. So we are happy, thankful, to recognize and appreciate all things merry, bright, and light.