Sweetie put up the Christmas lights a couple of weeks ago. Well, let me clarify. Sweetie replaced one string of lights that had burnt out. He leaves them up year round. Calls them winter cheer lights. By the time summer rolls around, he just stops turning them on. Once they’re off though, they don’t get turned back on till December. That’s my rule. Lights in November should be banned. But I digress.
Sweetie is not handy. Can’t draw straight lines. Doesn’t worry about directions. So when the lights went up, let’s just say they are a bit haphazard. Askew. Wonky. Less than neat.
This is especially noticeable because our neighbours’ homes in our little court are the exact opposite. Lights carefully put up in precise lines. Lawn decorations artistically placed. We considered trying to straighten up but decided we preferred things the way they are. It makes us laugh.
It could be worse. We could be one of those families that does extreme Christmas lights. Something like this:
I have to admit, that light show is very impressive. But I wouldn’t want to be their neighbours.
Our approach to lights is a pattern repeated in the spring and summer when it’s time to pay attention to lawns and gardens. Our neighbours’ lawns are carefully mowed in geometric patterns, some diagonal, some straight across. The landscaping and flower beds are planned, edged and weeded. They would meet Wikipedia’s definition of ‘lawn’:
A lawn is an area of aesthetic and recreational land planted with grasses or other low durable plants, which usually are maintained at a lower and consistent height.
Our lawn has its own unique aesthetic. It gets cut by an industrious young man who shows up every couple of weeks with his lawn mower and zooms over the grass, front and back, in less than an hour. Depending on how much rain we’ve had and how fast the grass has grown, sometimes it looks like a bad haircut with tufts sticking up all over the place.
Our flower beds are always a surprise. I know nothing about gardening. So I plant stuff each year and wait to see what comes up. Sometimes it’s lush and full and colourful, sometimes not so much. And the weeds. Oh, the weeds. I spend most of the summer walking by them thinking I really should do something about them.
So what does all this say about us? Sweetie and I have a theory. Politically, we are socialist lefties. We vote NDP. We even put up lawn signs during election campaigns. As in lights and lawns, we are alone in our little court – a socialist island in a sea of conservatives. As near as we can tell, all our neighbours lean right. Some more so than others. Most of them are nice people. Just misguided. It should also be noted that not one has ever commented on our lights or our lawn. They say hello, smile, wave, nod politely. But I know what they’re thinking.
Sweetie thinks there was a study done awhile back that suggested you can tell a person’s politics by the way s/he takes care of the yard. I searched for the study but couldn’t find it. No question though that our court is an excellent demonstration of what may be sound academic conclusions. And even if it isn’t, it’s our little statement. We are content with our Christmas/holiday/winter cheer lights.
This was the only song I could find about Christmas lights. Okay, I didn’t look that hard. Too much to do before Christmas. I think we need more lights.