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This is what happens when you don't post on a regular basis! Old news is new again~
For an entire week I had my cousin and his pooch visiting. Her name is Mia. She's a terrier (forgot which kind. . .ask me if I'm heartbroken over this fact). While she is totally a pampered princess (though I gave her the shoes as a Christmas gift), I must admit she's cute. Do I miss her? Somewhat. I was at least exercising by walking her each morning. But oh, did she and the cat drive me crazy! They circled each other and the cat growled, the dog chased her, and hijinks ensued. My cousin and I would stop in midsentence just to see what would happen next! It was sorta comical. However, when they left, I never saw two inhabitants more excited to see them go! The cat ran around the house more and the first few nights I heard her playing with her ball (my gift to her--Chi Chi for those who've forgotten or didn't know)--all was right with the world again.

My cousin told me later that Mia was looking for Chi-Chi for about 3 days after returning home. I guess we do get used to one another (even if it's temporary)

Pick a theme and stick with it!

Okay, so it is waaaay past the holiday season, but it's still winter and I just had to show this picture. There is this house that I see each season that is lit from rooftop to the lawn and I used to wonder to myself things like, BGE surely loves this house! Or, when is too much, too much? Or worse even, pick a theme, just pick a theme and stick with it, will ya?

But you know, that's what happens when youi base your thoughts and opinions on your own personal feelings, choices and aesthetic. Never once did I make an effort to stop by and maybe speak to the owner or take a moment to think maybe just maybe the theme or motivation is deeper than what I can physically see.

Well, guess what? This year, I happen to be driving by one night and I wanted to shoot the picture and in the front yard were the owners. Without thinking I pullover, get out and start yelling, yoo hoo! and I strike up a conversation with the wife, Mary. Lovely woman. Just as sweet as pie. Her motivation? Putting up lights was something her father did when she was a child. She honors that memory by continuing the tradition. You can't put a price on that. So the theme to me is love and honoring my parent. We should honor our parents--how's that for a wintry theme? Whether the lights are too many or not, well, I've decided that I personally could never put up enough lights to honor my folks. Thanks Mary.