When the weather is warm in November, I install the lights! Too many chilly days of yore have taught me to seize that moment. I usually test them the prior year, mark them to tell me where I placed them, thus, making my life easier each fall. I didn’t do that last year.
No. Monday, I hauled up the bin and proceeded to unwind and untangle and replace bulbs. So when my friend sent me this pic from her travels, informing me that the residents of the town weren’t, “that bright,” I was really empathizing with them.
See if you can find the obvious problem. It’s exactly what my current strand looks like.
