{vintage baskets & feathered friends}

This year, when it was time to replace the front door wreathe I chose a vintage looking basket to fill with flowers instead. Once it was hung, it was beautiful, but I was startled to remember my feathered friend. I knew that every year, for years, a little bird has made her little nest in that wreathe. I was sad she wouldn't have a place to build her nest.

But as nature will, it made do with what was available. I have a pair of topiary trees flanking my front porch and my feathered friend chose one of these to build a snug shelter for her pretty little eggs. I am so happy she is still here, my little feathered friend.