Imagine coming home from a December shopping expedition, wet and frazzled, and finding this piece of Christmassy loveliness on your front door. I wondered for a moment if there had been a mistake and then I realised that the other Jenny, my lovely flower lady, had left it for me as a surprise in retaliation for a book of photos of her beautiful flowers that I sent her as a surprise. What a treat! It was so carefully made that it was still fresh and green when I reluctantly took it down yesterday. My mother said "It's not a wreath, it's a garland. A wreath is what you put on a coffin." so I didn't mention that I have signed up for Jenny's wreath making class next year.
It's lovely and your mother is quite right.
ReplyDeleteMothers are always right, n'est-ce pas?
DeleteI've never like wreaths as they remind me of funerals, so I much prefer the name garland.
ReplyDeleteOh dear - I see that I have been living in a Wreath infested wilderness when I should have been seeking Garland-land
DeleteIt is very lovely, whatever it is called.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Jenny is wonderfully talented.
DeleteThe word garland has a definite musical uplift!
ReplyDeleteHasn't it! It reminds me of maypoles and blossom. I think I will commission an East garland
DeleteMy Mum, who used to be a florist always calls them garlands not wreaths for the same reason! Your garland is beautiful x
ReplyDeleteI wonder if it is a generation thing but I realise that I will not be able to call them wreaths ever again.
DeleteThank you! It was such a delicious surprise.
ReplyDeletewhat about being wreathed in smiles ... ? Is this incorrect or oxymoronic ??
ReplyDeleteI would call it a garland too, it is very lovely.
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