Fairy Lights

Not a lot of words, here. On Saturday and Monday I put up the little outside lights. G does the big ones up on the scary roof, and I make him do that early in the month before the roof turns into a slip’n’slide. I was playing with exposures in the near dark, getting sharper shots than I’d gotten in the dining room in the middle, albeit the gray lowering middle, of the day. I’m not putting up a ton of lights this year, but I’m pleased with what we’ve got. For your pleasure then: two funky deer and one dear one in a window:

I got tired of this forever fat Alberta spruce and on a freak decided to trim it up.  I got a little too much of the back, but I love the squirrelly trunk, and after Christmas, I’m turning it into a mushroom.   Here we have the lights and the corn shocks at the same time.  Tomorrow, it’ll just be lights, if I get the tax problems taken care of.

Just got the Christmas tree up – you can see it back there in the room.  The deer are realistically chewing on the shrubs.  Well, the boy one is.  Today when we went to feed the horses we found out that they had been supplementing their diet with fence posts, what once were really, really big fence posts.  Sunday, and we’re tying fencing material around what’s left of our fence.  Horses and deer are related.

Here’s the dear one I promised  This is our new room.  Only ten years old now.  Notice the balancing horse on the far right.  This dear is whistling.  A whistling dear is better than a gnawing one. 

Did you know that you must never surprise deer in the wild, especially when they are gnawing?  They have very sharp hooves and can slice and dice you like lightening.  These are a peculiar brand of deer, akin to some eels and can also electrocute you.  Or burn down your house.  Which we hope does not happen.

This is the dear that put the lights up on the roof.

I’m not sure I like LED lights, but even the C9s aren’t supposed to die like the standard bulbs do.  I love curves that end in mid-air.  So . . . airy. 

More of the same.  Except you can actually see the doe, who is lying down and not gnawing, which is evidently a male trait.

A peek into the house.  Not a big one, but we call it home.  This is before we cleaned up the table for dad, so don’t look close.  What is that white stuff, anyway?

Fairy?  Dear?  Caught in the act, anyway.

Yes, yes, I love Christmas cards, but I like doing this so much better.