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.