It’s a fact, I love pretty softly glowing things. If I could have lanterns in the garden or festooned around the deck all year I would. In fact, maybe I will.
Of course setting things on fire and sending them into the night sky is a highly unrecommendable practice here in Australia. But in high-rainfall China there are festivals dedicated to it. Not only are the lanterns beautiful but they waft slowly through the air like giant glowing jellyfish.
Every year I get tempted to do the insano Christmas lights. I never do it though. Partly because I am lazy as all get out, and partly because it seems like a waste of money. Don’t take offense, obsessed house decorators, I very much enjoy your lights and everyone has to have a hobby (why do I keep saying that?). And besides, my sad couple of strings of lights flung into a tree make yours look so much better.
I guess I am not 100% sold on bright bright, retina-burning brightness… I think softly glowing lights are beautiful in their own somewhat understated way. It doesn’t have to be lanterns either. Tiny sparkles of fairy light do it for me too.
Maybe I will go buy a couple more strings of lights after all… not for Christmas you understand, just because they’re so pretty If only I could do something about all the mosquitoes I might actually be able to sit outside and admire them.