I wanted to hang a nice wreath on my front door, and had been looking around to find just the right thing. So many of my neighbors have wonderful door decor that I am inspired. I didn't want to hang anything seasonal that would require owning multiple wreaths. Rather I was looking for some generic but pleasing decoration. It took quite awhile but I finally found a country home piece that was grape vine twisted into the shape of an angel, with halo and blue checkered ribbon. Nicely understated yet uplifting. And quite reasonably priced - under $10.
Drew agreed to hang it for me. We had found a dark green hook (the color of the outside door) that sticks on the door (no nail holes). He put it up and I was enjoying being greeted by an angel every time I came home. This morning, I opened the door to walk Sugar, and found my angel down on the ground between the green door and the screen door. Oh, poor baby. Poor little angel. No flying for you. I barely had time to scoop her up and set her on the counter before Sugar dragged me outside. My whole walk was tinged with the sadness of the grounded angel. I barely noticed the sun poking through the clouds or the beautiful cattails and milkweed pods.
Turns out that the hook came loose. The angel wasn't damaged from her fall at all. Somewhere underneath this incident lies a comment on another reality. I shall let you draw your own conclusion about fallen angels and their encounters with grace that keep them from harm. I shall simply wish all the little angels I know happy flying and mounds of grace when they mess up.
Drew agreed to hang it for me. We had found a dark green hook (the color of the outside door) that sticks on the door (no nail holes). He put it up and I was enjoying being greeted by an angel every time I came home. This morning, I opened the door to walk Sugar, and found my angel down on the ground between the green door and the screen door. Oh, poor baby. Poor little angel. No flying for you. I barely had time to scoop her up and set her on the counter before Sugar dragged me outside. My whole walk was tinged with the sadness of the grounded angel. I barely noticed the sun poking through the clouds or the beautiful cattails and milkweed pods.
Turns out that the hook came loose. The angel wasn't damaged from her fall at all. Somewhere underneath this incident lies a comment on another reality. I shall let you draw your own conclusion about fallen angels and their encounters with grace that keep them from harm. I shall simply wish all the little angels I know happy flying and mounds of grace when they mess up.
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