Foreboding Way

There's always one light that doesn't get a protective plastic poncho. One little %@ #% that is hung over scenery or other obstruction. It is in a tree where I might reach it from the porch roof. Said tree has ants and has poked and prodded me enough for the moment. But this is not surrender. Surrender is me pulling the light out of my little show.

Fingers crossed then uncrossed. Crossed and uncrossed again. Now Halloween eve is back down to 20% chance of sprinkles. Full on rain tonight and Friday night, so I might have a chance to strike some semi dry stuff Friday morning.

The Cauldron of Crickets (and a werewolf every 5 minutes). The Japanese maple tree has a variety of about 600 lights.