I had big plans for rounding up some tumbleweeds, staking them in the lawn and festooning them with fairy lights for Christmas, but then that nasty business came along with pneumonia and I decorated nary a whit for the holidays.
I went out of my door Saturday morning and had my first adopted stray tumbleweed since moving out west in April. *squee!*
It's not very big, but it's a cute litte tumbleweed and it's mine, all mine. Yays!
They say you never forget your first tumbleweed, and I shan't. I shall keep it forever. Er, or until it falls apart. Or until I get bored.