We wanted to open our front windows this weekend and couldn't open them very far because of the little colored lights that we're hanging over the window.
A couple of nights ago, I tried to pick up an extension cord that had sat in the snow for four months and found out that although the snow had melted, it was still frozen to the ground.

Well, tonight was the night. The lights on the window came down and the extension got rolled up and stuck in a box in the garage for next Christmas.
One thing I noticed, however, is that the purple Christmas lights on the fence were all starting to peel. The glass wasn't peeling, the purple paint on the lights were. Now what caused it flake off? Was it the heat? Was it poor paint? Or was it the fact that they had to endure one of the toughest winters on record?
I don't know the answer, but I know we'll have to replace the purple lights before next year.
In case you forgot what our house looked like when it was decorated and deluged with snow (more alliteration), I'ved posted this picture. I think there are even a couple of visible purple lights before they lost their paint.
Please, Lord, no more winters like this one.
Grandpa and I were so delighted to have the darn Christmas lights down that we celebrated with a dinner out at Bonanza!
3 comments:
It sure feels good to see the first signs of spring. I hope that your yard is soon decorated with bunnies and Easter paraphenalia! We missed you at supper, but I understand the need to celebrate.
I know you guys get hit pretty hard, but is this a typical winter for y'all?
Yuck.
Absolutely not...there have been years when I walked outside nearly every month of the year. The walking stopped this year in November and hasn't started yet...maybe May. This is a terrible winter, turning into a terrible spring. We're thinking March came in like a lion and plans to leave a lion on steroids...or maybe mutant ninja lion. Grandpa is especially bummed about the winter. I can't believe he ever lived in Montana. He should have lived in Florida where he was stationed during part of World War II. He can't stand being cooped up and the ice is treacherous for an 88-year-old man.
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