Mom's festive sparkly black sweater, which you see above, is outshone outside as we begin our walk through the fabulously-lit gardens.My camera's barely up to the task of capturing the festivity, especially since the battery warning light began flashing, but here's a glimpse.
I have to admit that I prefer wandering through the gardens in daytime when there are far fewer crowds and more natural wonders to be enjoyed. That said, we were rather impressed by the "dancing lights" show, a choreography of changing colours and rhythms to some jazzed-up Christmas carols, all staged on a tiny island in the middle of a small manmade lake which reflects the illumination, doubling the effect. And is it just me, or does anyone else find "Ring, Christmas Bells, Merrily Ring" a somewhat aggressive tune -- believe me, it's even more so when reds, purples, and greens are flashing to its insistent cadences.
I had to agree with her. I wasn't sure what time we'll get home on Monday evening, though, so I cheated and went ahead today with making up the filling and the crust -- we can put them together Monday and have dinner ready in 45 minutes. She's planning to make a salad and serve the tourtière with oka cheese and tomato chutney -- I can hardly wait.