Chistmas Fans

I blipped the same house last year, but during the day. Today when I drove home from my mother‘s at dusk, I remembered it and stopped there, to have a look. The many lights definitely outshone the moon.

At my mother’s house, I had delivered some shopping and sweets, and met with a local arborist, who will need to prune and also fell a few trees in my mother’s garden. I am feeling sorry about some of them, remembering my parents planting those trees as little saplings almost half a century ago. But now these trees have grown too big, or too close to the house, to be safe in a storm.