It's that time of year. It's the time when perfectly sane people risk life and limb for a little light.
Before we get out the ladder, I have to have the little string that hangs down right in front of my kitchen window draped just so. They make me happy when I am spending hours in front of the sink with piles of baking dishes to wash.
Now it starts getting scary.
And even scarier.
Pup wasn't happy. She couldn't understand why she couldn't get up there so she barked herself silly.
While being ladder assistant I found a fresh blooming camellia next to the house. In December. What's up with that?