It's been a tradition of mine for a number of years to put the first Christmas lights up on the house the weekend after Thanksgiving.
I was out this morning with my extension pole hanging the lights from the hooks I put up years ago.
It's the easiest way I know: you do the prep work one time and then after that it's just boom-boom-boom hang 'em up.
The hardest part was shimmieing behind the crepe myrtle in the front flower bed to hang the lights on the eaves.
While I was back there looking out I stopped to admire the yellows, golds, oranges and reds of fall.
It's one of the few things that brings fall into view at our house not just shortcut to brown.

From the inside looking out: