Next time - a ladder

All the hoi polloi of the village turned out in the icy drizzle to deck the poles along Main Street.

There is a committee that oversees this process and assigns each family to a specific pole. At the foot of the street lamp, there is a bag with the family's name on it and ribbon, garland, lights, bows and intructions inside it.

The instructions begin with the directive to attach the wired ribbon at the top of the pole near the lamp.

I should mention here that, while we did not bring a ladder, we did bring an 18-year-old son.

Comments

[moreena]

Hooray, photos! I was going to mention the strange HTML code that stood in for the pics on the halloween post, but I wasn't sure if

a) it was just my computer. I do tend to suspect that I'm not getting the whole picture, in general. I'm paranoid that way.

or
b) the HTML code was meant to paint a strange post-modern picture, conjuring images in your reader's heads through their superior artistic sensibilities. Which, again, I wasn't getting.

Anyway, glad to see the photos are now here. Sweet Buttercup with her wonderful too-much-candy face! And your 18-year-old? Does he scare you with his overwhelming coolness?