Seems like everyone around here (including us) has jumped the gun a little bit in terms of holiday decorating. Usually, Stacy’s pulling out the wreaths and decor as the leftover turkey and stuffing are being wedged into the refrigerator.
I’m sure it’s the effect of the pandemic and a craving for traditions and normalcy, but in any event, it feels good – and Stacy’s urns at the end of the drive look great. My favorite traditions include a hike into the woods out back in search of evergreen boughs, red berries, and pine cones. My least favorite: digging out the tallest ladder to replace the burned-out lights on the end of the barn.
