We could use a little more glow this weekend, couldn’t we? While Charlotte was at The Nutcracker, Anna and I enthusiastically but clumsily draped this poor young apple tree with every strand of lights available in the house. We started off trying to be systematic, but in the end, we just ended up hurling the lights to each other over the top of the tree so that every last branch was illuminated. We cracked up at how ridiculous we must have looked to passersby.
I hate that teenage girls often get a bad rap, because this one – and her circle of friends and relatives – quite often shine as brilliantly as the lights on this most tolerant little crab apple tree.