Nothing says “season change” like the wreath switch. As one season yields to another, this ritual tells us that it’s time to embrace the transformation in the air. I admit I usually follow the lead of my neighbor, whose front door is always impeccably dressed and on time to welcome the changing weather.
The switch is always bittersweet. There’s no turning back once you pluck the wreath from your front door and tuck it away in the attic. It’s the ancient process of loss and renewal played out on doors all over the world. Come winter, spring, summer, or autumn, I’ll keep changing with the seasons – with a little visual reminder from my neighbor, that is.
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