#bittersweetwreath

[gildedautumnvelvet]

The night was blue-black and brittle, a perfect late-fall evening.  The house was already decorated for Thanksgiving with swags of leaves, artful displays of gourds, and a wreath on the door made every year from the bittersweet growing beside the guesthouse in back.

From The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen (via:  gildedautumnvelvet)