carol wozniak arrived at my door yesterday afternoon with the surprise of a beautiful wreath of a not so traditional yet absoultely eye-savvy and heart-hugging kind. each november, she is a wreath-making maven after endeavoring in real estate in most life-minutes.
she designed several other wreaths as donations from richard a. zuber realty for the second annual festival of wreaths & gift basket raffle to benefit the liberty fire company, which is right down the road from the host location, the keystone steam fire engine company number no. 1. i always figure, since firefighters are the ones who show up if your house is somehow unfortunately set aflame, as awful of a thought as that is, when deciding what nonprofits to support, reminders of this possibility make it all the more a good idea to do what you can for these volunteers so that they always have the resources they need to do their crucial work in communities.
at least one of her other designs involved a similar style as this wreath, which now has a home on my previously boring-looking front door. i didn't know it was boring until i saw how pretty it could be, though. and the ripped out and rolled up pages from a weathered book paired swimmingly with the history-rich wood of my front door.
the door's new appeal based on this elegant yet rustic, hand-made wreath seemed to deserve a freshly seasoned haiku.
apples, pears, leaves that
never fall away―a wreath
tells hearts you are loved
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