warm for the holidays

I still can’t bend my head around how warm it is here. Christmas in Tennessee, for me anyway, is a season of absurdities.

Today at lunch, according to the thermometer in my car, it was 75 Fahrenheit, and I saw this on Market Square when I went to meet Lauren:



If you just look at the tree on concrete, you could kind of pretend it’s cold and windy, until you turn around and notice the wreaths:



Green grass. Lights wrapped around living trees that are not evergreens. The mind boggles.

Fortunately there are wonderful things that can take your mind off of holiday oddness:



That tree could have been on fire outside and I wouldn’t have noticed.