We get the most out of our Christmas tree each year! We move it out of the house only when more needles are on the floor than are on the tree or when I need to use the space that it occupies for my tomato seedlings. Our outdoor lights, however, have no such deadline imposed on them, and I continue to enjoy them nightly, when I retire to the lounge chair with a good book and a bit of Irish Cream. Such prolonged enjoyment of festive winter lights seemed perfectly appropriate last week when snow blasted in on a north wind and formed small drifts. Yesterday, however, it struck me that our lights are not nearly so festive when viewed as a backdrop for daffodils aglow in lovely late afternoon sunshine. Here they are, barely visible and soon to be put into storage until winter 2017.
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Margaret zieg ellerFor 25 years, Prairie Island has been my anchor, my core, my muse. The seasonal rhythms of land and livestock sustain me. The power of place inspires me. Archives
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