A Wreathe.

I was walking Maggie on Thursday afternoon after work, when a neighbor came out of her house unexpectedly and asked me if I wanted to make a wreathe. Much to my surprise amidst my new-found hermited ways, I said yes. And, an hour later, I had a beautiful smelling 2 foot wreathe hanging in our den. I was amazed at how quickly it came together, and how satisfying it was to make. Glad tidings, y'all.