The local nurseries are especially festive this time of year.  Here are some photos taken at Swanson’s Nursery in the Ballard neighborhood of Seattle:

Shopping for a wreath

Live reindeer at Swanson's Nursery

Camel at Swanson's Nursery

Pink poinsettias

White poinsettias

Red poinsettia

Santa ornaments

Red ribbon

Young shopper at Swanson's Nursery

Season's greeting sign

Wreath brings a touch of Christmas to our front entryway

My handmade wreaths are very simple affairs.  This year I tied redwood(from a stump in our yard) and rosemary (from my garden) sprigs to a round wire frame (saved from other Christmases).  I embellished it with kusudama flowers of folded paper.   

I think it adds a grace note to our front entryway this holiday season!

Redwood and rosemary wreath

Detail of kusudama flower

I followed the instructions for making kusudama flowers from Playing with Books:  The Art of Upcycling, Deconstructing and Reimagining the Book by Jason Thompson. (See my blog post of May 10, 2010 for instructions for folding these flowers.)

Earth Sinks to Rest

November 6, 2010

Red berries in seasonal decoration, viewed through screen door


“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
     — Elizabeth Coatsworth

Pussy Willow Wreath

February 25, 2010

I’d never taken the time before to really look closely at the budding of  a willow tree.  I’ve just noticed that those little gray muffs of pussy willow eventually sprout  into an explosion of yellow.

Pussy willows in an advanced state of bloom

Bursting into full bloom

I picked a few sprays of willow to make a spring wreath.  It’s a very simple arrangement, but I like it.

Ready to assemble my willow wreath

Finished wreath

Gracing the front entry way

This looks like the end of the season for pussy willows, so I’ll end this post with a nursery rhyme:

Pussy willow wakened from her cozy winter nap,
For the frolicking spring breeze, on her door would tap.
“It is chilly weather, though the sun feels good;
I will wrap up warmly and wear my furry hood.”
Mistress Pussy Willow opened wide her door;
Never had the sunshine seemed so bright before.
Never had the brooklet seemed so full of cheer;
“Good morning, Pussy Willow, welcome to you, dear.”
Never guest was quainter, than when Pussy came to town,
In her hood of silver gray, and tiny coat of brown.
Happy little children cried with laugh and shout,
“Spring is coming, coming,
Mistress Pussy Willow’s out.”
     — Author unknown