We have two phases here from our hilltop farmhouse. One is total seclusion from late spring to early fall. The trees surround us, and when leafed out, block everything. It’s like living in the midst of a verdant woodland sauna. (West Virginia is very moist.) We are hidden from the world in our cocoon of trees. I love the privacy. From late fall to early spring, we are exposed on our hilltop through the barren trees. But! As a tradeoff, we can see all the hills around us and down to the river and across to the other bank.
Our “neighbor” Ed across the river is the first to put out his Christmas lights. They showed up across the river a couple of nights ago and I have been wanting to get our lights up ever since. I love our icicle lights on the porch that make me feel like I’m sitting in an outdoor restaurant bar. I would keep them up all year but other people complain. (We’ll see how long I can get them to stay up this year!) I’ve got the lights out and I’m determined to get them up by or before this weekend. You? When do you put holiday lights up outside?
P.S. Bad, no-good evening here in which I sank in the mire in the goat yard. My boots got stuck. Poky was shoving on me and I couldn’t get my balance. Next thing you know, the boot is not coming up but my foot is and then my foot comes out of my chore boot and down into the icky, gross, poopy, mud. YUCK. I hate it when that happens.
I’m going to get a glass of wine and go look at the moon now.
And pretend I did not step in muddy poop tonight. I did NOT.