Let there be light

The best thing about the Christmas season is the lights, and in the past couple of weeks, the neighbors on the west side of my block have done a fine job of putting lights on their houses—nearly every one has some assortment or other. In bleak contrast, with the exception of one bravely cheerful home, my side of the street has had the look and feel of a block under blackout orders. So this afternoon I went downtown and bought two 35-light strings of LED lights and festooned them through the passionflower vine at my front door. Looks beautiful, and I feel much better.