Night, Night

When we took down Christmas, I decided it was about time that I put Alva to sleep.  It's time.

Trimming her down to the bare dry soil and hunting around for an box befitting her, she was once again, tucked away into the darkness.  She will remain there until Spring.

Will one of you please remind me to take her off the shelf and out of the box before we go to Aruba in March?

Yes, my boot box is the perfect size and this time, I'm leaving her in plain sight right in the utility room rather than tucked away in the back of the closet.

Say Good-night to Alva.