With the wind blowing 25 mph and the temps in the teens, decorating took a bit more this year. I was grateful when the city-girl asked if she could assist! So the entryway is decorated and everything is tied down to prevent it from ending up on the neighbor's property.
We did have one casualty: a half-moon Santa windsock. It's still MIA. I'm just thankful I don't see it hanging high atop a tree.
My first year back in Virginia I lost an Easter windsock the same way. But what I remember was how we had to watch it dangle months from the side of the house, with no way to retrieve it. We were left waiting for Mother Nature's intervention. It took her about three months, as I recall.
More cooking today and a turkey to thaw.
But I will rely on my faithful fan base to offer the encouragement needed to see me through the final preparations for this holiday season.