A few years ago, I made a wreath from vine clippings (see here
for a how-to) and it comes out every Easter to be suspended from the
kitchen ceiling, and decorated with easter eggs, and a few extra twigs and
ornaments.
Each egg comes with a memory or story, many were purchased when abroad,
while others were given to me by dear friends
All of them are made by hand, which is why
they are so precious to me.
a baby version of the big wreath
