This picture is of three grave blankets and four grave pillows, ready to be delivered to the client.
Making Christmas greens has always been an emotional mix for me. The lines "and the prettiest sight to see / is the holly that will be / on your own front door" from the song, "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" resonate with me as I prepare wreaths and swags that are destined to adorn homes and public buildings.
With Mannheim Steamroller on the C.D. player and the piny scents of juniper, arborvitae, Fraser Firs, Scotch and White pines mingling with wood smoke from the barns faithful heater filling the barn with energy, making Christmas greens can be a wonderful occupation.
At first.
Then, mid month (as now) making wreaths loses it's luster and can become a real drag.
And wreath making is not for the faint of heart...orders like the one above can be downright sad for me. Living in a small community, I know the people personally who are buying greens for their loved ones who are no longer with us.
Tears have streamed down my face as I've made wreaths for my own dearly departed,...each sprig of greenery bringing back memories as I tuck them into place.
My consolation in making cemetery greens is that they bring a sense of comfort to the families who place evergreen remembrances on headstones. It is a way of keeping our deceased loved ones a part of our Christmas.
Marcheta *comfort and joy
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