If at my front door, you would see ...
Looking from my front door you would see ...
on my steps, and beyond that ...
MORE! And all of this, suddenly, overnight!
All from this one beautiful tree outside my door.
This reminds me of my daughter.
A normal teenager when she lived with me.
But somehow during her seventeen year marriage,
she has morphed into Martha Stewart!
Suddenly, the Christmas tree on Day 154 of this blog ...
(with help from a 6'3" elf) is down.
All traces of Christmas decoration are gone.
Packed away till next Thanksgiving.
The ability to make things happen, quickly?
And, ahead of a deadline?
What a concept!