One of my neighbors, who lives on a corner lot, is big into decorating her yard. For every season she sets up elaborate scenes.
Fall includes hay bales, pumpkins, a friendly scarecrow. Spring is potted flowering plants and large cut-outs of butterflies. And every season includes a new set of decorative pillows for the rocking chairs on her front porch.
But Christmas is her finest moment. She and her husband string lights in every tree,...
