Bewitched By A Thicket

As I walked through that messy area a few weeks ago, I hadn’t a clue what magical powers the little thicket had. I didn’t know it would entice me into spending days cleaning it. I didn’t know I would be lured to its shade to collect the twigs to make an arbor. I certainly did not see myself decorating that sweet thicket with a wreath. A wreath no less.

But that is, in fact, what I did. You see the thicket gave me all the stuff with which to fashion the wreath. It provided the wire frame, the vines, the red electrical wire, the bracket to hang it up, even the dried flowers. Actually, the story of the dried flowers is an interesting one.

These flowers were a gift from Karen. I had met Karen a few days before as she walked into the thicket. We got to talking and soon discovered we share a few things in common, not the least of which is blogging.

Yep, as it happens, she is the lovely blogger behind Kingston Cam, a blog in which, through the art of photography, she discovers and discusses the beauty and uniqueness of Eastern Ontario and the Kingston area.

Then, a few days later, this collection of beautiful dried flowers materializes in the thicket in a cardboard box, a gift from Kingston Cam Karen with which to decorate the thicket.

So you see, no matter how obsessive you may think me, a wreath was inevitable.

This little thicket has a way of making things happen.

♥M

Older installments in the story of The Thicket: The Dump, A Clean Thicket, A Twig Arbor