This almost felt normal! The lively annual wreathing party was scaled down to just three of us and outside, despite the cold!
Usually there is a luncheon, lots of women, scones and pie and tea to go around. And we make a mess inside the house on the farmtable in the kitchen.
This time it was all outside, on the porch, but no less wonderful for carrying on the tradition, making a beautiful holiday decoration, and spending time with friends. In person.
The pandemic continues to show us that it is not what you have but who you have, that matters.
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