With the first freeze, I am running like a mad woman stripping out frozen potted plants, wilted frost bit Morning Glories and making ready for white winter lights on my garden arches. There is something about winter magic that sets my soul free.
I AM THE LADY ON THE BLOCK WHO KEEPS HER LIGHTS UP AFTER CHRISTMAS
At first, I felt nervous about being the lady on the block who does not take her winter lights down. I decided not to feel guilty. Gift shops and cities would be bland without joyful LED wrapped bare-branched trees and storefront lit windows. Yet in many of our own neighborhoods, looking drab and grey is preferable to standing out after holidays in the winter. Inappropriate festivity seems to go back to the sin of dancing. The day after Christmas good Samaritans, afraid of looking silly, strip down their lights. Walks once again become boring. Night time rides home get longer. The cold feels colder and a loneliness sets in. Back to the Midevil days we go.
WITH WINTER EMBRACE THE WARMTH OF WHITE LIGHTS
Leave the colored lights, Santas, religious Mangers, moving mechanical Reindeer and scalloped gingerbread roof lights for Christmas. White Lights speak of illumination, crystal snowflakes and warm nights by a fire.