We tiptoe towards March. We are almost there! Spring, I see you! Tiny dandelion leaves and grasses push through winter’s brush. The finches breasts are turning rouge and father sun greets us earlier.
Yesterday I noted the large plastic poinsettia wreath still gracing my door and the pine swags sweeping around the porch. Time to welcome spring, I thought, as I gathered the remaining yuletide greetings and put them away.
I have been planning on creating a spring wreath to share with you all. I had plans to go to the craft store and pick up a glue gun and plastic daffodils, maybe bells, and this and that to display. Even though a lovely jumble of faux flowers would look sweet and welcoming I didn’t want to purchase more stuff.
I have a grapevine wreath. Its natural woven texture preferred over more plastic. Then I scoured the house. I uncovered a purple ribbon that will just highlight my door. A feather from the hen house that parades as a hawk feather (Araucanas have the loveliest feathers). And finally baby’s breath from the bouquet of two dozen roses my husband gave me for our anniversary.
It is much more simple than I would have imagined. Yet graceful and organically welcomes spring. Nothing is glued on so I can change it in a few months if I wish. A wreath on the front door symbolizes welcome. The circle being the universal sign for family, community, and strength. Adorning a simple wreath with seasonal finds is satisfying and welcomes our dear friend spring back to the land.