This past Friday morning sitting on the front porch with my coffee , I suddenly noticed with a start that a bunch of my solar lights were gone. I asked Eddie if he moved some to put batteries in, or out back and he said no.
Suddenly we realized after piecing the last few evenings together , that they must have been stolen the night before while we were sleeping.
He got mad, I got sad .
They come on at dusk with an array of colors that pleases the eye and lifts my spirit every night .
I discovered them orignally in those dark years after my husband’s unsolved murder .
They adorned the pool area in our back yard in Texas , I wrote poetry about the light play that was published .
Palm trees , water and dancing lights .
In Massachusetts the contrast with the snow was gorgeous.
They’ve been an essential in my yard decorating schemes anywhere I ‘ve lived for at least five to six years now.
The thief or thieves made away with thirteen lights in the dead of night.
I told my daughter and she asked with a worried tone .," Did they get the gnomes too ?"
I was like no hon , just the lights.
Tallied up the cost for their haul–round about 150 bucks.
They can’t be pawned , not all of them are new.Some of them didn’t come up with the stakes either so they can’t stand them up.
Don’t think there is an underground market for hot solar lights.
I think someone was entranced by the colors as I have always been , but unlike me , made a five finger discount decision .
Went in to the local police made a statement today , and the Bolo went out locally, the next county and the next town over as well.
They are not your usual run of the mill store bought lights and will be highly noticable if the person decides to display them..
Low crime area , so they take these thefts seriously.
I had a few left that needed some repairs, and now I am hesitant to put them out .
I do so miss them every night .
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