'Tis the Wreath

Wreath Christmas Camelback Flowershop
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;--a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.  
"Lovely as a landscape in a dream..."
If your guests have not arrived just yet or the final touch just doesn't feel so 'final'...we think we have the solution. Our wreaths...they are just 'it'.
Call and order or come in and let's arrange. 
x Teresa
PS Don't forget your neighbors, teachers, and favorite mailman on your route. 
Previous Article Next Article

Leave a comment

Please note, comments must be approved before they are published