Marita and Adeline hung the lights, turned darkness into sparkling light. 12 of us, altogether, gathered for dinner, some of them stragglers. Didn’t get photo of entire group,

Chronologically:

Scampi checks out the patio. Hard to see the lights while it’s still daylight.

But this effect upo a tree, thanks to the setting sun, extraordinary! I wondered, how did it have such clear boundaries?

Aah . . . short time later . . .GONE!

We’re still debating whether to try to hasten the decay of this old stump, with my long deceased husband Jeff”s photo, but again decided against it. Notice the strap holding it together. But the lean, and the division, the decay in general, more and more obvious.

Lights shining more as dusk settles in.

Lights shine brighter, the darker it gets, lending a festival air to our usual delicious meal and conversation.