Early morning, frosty and cold.
My early bird - Tate - gets up before me and turns on all the pretty lights,
so I come downstairs to this...
Even the kitchen has cheery lights...
Back through the living room...
... the sky brightens and reflects off the snow...
until finally, about 8:30, the sun rises over the hills.
3 comments:
I actually gasped when I looked at your photos - so beautiful. What a nice thing to wake up to.
I love it too! And it's mostly just cheap little lights from Wal-mart :D But I did splurge one year at IKEA on the lights in the windowsills. My Swedish grandma had some similar when I was a kid.
I need all the pretty and bright and twinkly to carry me through the dark months, you know?
It's so beautiful! Makes me want to go get all of the leftover lights and string them up throughout the house this week. :)
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