Late late afternoon, almost dinner making time and all my little lights I have on timers click on. I am just a sucker for the soft glow of little lamps and strings of lights.
A soft glow from the lights and fading light coming in from the windows. Daylights last reach indoors.
View peeking in from the front porch. I think our homes are like another member of the family. You grow to love them and they become a part of you. When we said goodbye to my parent's home of over 50 years, I just balled and felt like we lost another family member. I still miss it and the sounds and smells. The warmth and security I felt there. Ironing day, oh is there a better smell and my dad barbecuing on the weekends. It was a wonderful simple house that I hold very dear in my heart.
My husband teases the kids if they don't get the holiday lights on before dark. He threatens to put you on the list. Not sure what list as I have never seen one but he still tells us we are on the list. I guess he figures if he hangs them we should go through the trouble of turning them on.
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