A wreath has no beginning or end—it is eternal.
Here’s hoping your morning is worth the anticipation.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
ps—although we have a beautiful pine cone wreath made by my sister Denise many years ago, this is the wreath I hang on the door. Since we don’t lock the storm door, I worry that the sentimental wreath will get stolen. I got this handmade one at a yard sale about three years ago, so if we were to lose it, I wouldn’t feel the loss quite so much.