I came home from work one day this week to find a pile of opened boxes and a pile of solar lights in the living room. Hubby found them on sale.
He arranged them around our circle driveway. They needed a full day of sunlight to charge, so we waited until the second night to check them out.
They look like a landing lights for a UFO. Now, I don’t really think any aliens will mistake our front yard for a landing pad. But, if our dogs start barking furiously in the middle of the night, that landing pad is the first place I’m going to look to see what’s going on.