You’re going to need a second strand these next few nights, said he over Monday’s dinner.
I had gotten home 9:45 Friday night, the tree was uncovered till then, and some of the upper leaves crisped a bit. If I’d known things were going to take that long I’d have done it before I left, but too late now. And now we had the coldest weather of the year coming–he was right, and so I wound a second strand around the mango leaves, watched them light up as I plugged them in and wondered how long my supply of bulbs was going to last. I’d already had about eight burn out last year.
Some friends called this afternoon: could they drop by with some Christmas lights? The warm, inefficient, not made anymore kind. For my tree–did it need it?
They showed up with buckets and boxes and more boxes on top of that, taking three trips to carry them all in, with them happy to find a good use for them and me happy to have them. Some hadn’t even been opened. Yay!
And so we chatted a bit. They asked about the birdfeeder and I mentioned the resident hawk.
Who put on a show right on cue, flying overhead. Twice. But the best part was how excited they were that they got to see it.
It’s cold out there.
She mentioned she hopes she gets to taste one of those mangoes someday. Absolutely.
It’s quite warm tonight under those frost covers.
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