The photo isn't sideways. A windstorm on Friday night knocked over the tree on the front porch.
Weather has been stormy and unsettled as the massive atmospheric river approaches the Northwest. I'll bet some of those blow-up Santas and reindeer in the neighborhood also went flying.
Sigh. I got the dirt mess cleaned up and put a Methow River rock on top of the pot to weigh it down until spring.
Quite a project when those tubs come down from the attic. A Scroogey thing to admit that I don't enjoy the decorating part very much, but the house looks so pretty when it's done.
And hello to the funny old treasures, carefully stored through the decades.
This plaster nativity set is about 80 years old. It probably came from Woolworths in Quakertown when we were kids.
The camels, donkey and Wise Men are long gone, and the group winnowed down to the essential trio plus the angel, which is a miracle when you think of all the little hands that have touched it. One of the sheep has a broken leg but he's hanging in there.
And we're hanging in there too, waiting to see what four days of heavy rain will bring.
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