O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree…
It was a fiasco. (See instagram post here)
Every light that could break, broke.
Some lights died, were resuscitated and died again. Others came out of their brand new packages dead.
It took seven hours, three visits to the local hardware, and a partridge in a pear tree to get it going.
But, despite the chaos and frustration, the mess and expense, the torment to small children waiting with baubles at the ready, for hours, it was a memorable day for all the right reasons. We kept it together. We laughed. We ate cake. We had a couple of stiff drinks.
We kept in mind that, even when it all seems to be going wrong, these days are precious. So very much depends on how you look at things.
This is the view from the kitchen window, street lights versus Christmas tree with honesty (lunaria) inside and teasels outside. I considered writing a whole post based on this photograph. I might yet.
Then I turned on my heel and took this photograph. I love the way the street light still threw its shadows on to this one.
The tree is up. Let the festivities begin.