Both the back and front yards have a strange appearance. The Christmas lights are blazing. But they are shining down on a wide variety of sheets, blankets, curtains and towels. It's supposed to get into the low 20s tonight -- Fahrenheit, of course -- and I'm trying to avoid the burned landscape look, in which most of our plants turn black and die back to their roots. The bulbs have a purpose, in other words.
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