LIFE - On every Fourth of July, Martha hung the same wreath on her door — not just a decoration, but a quiet salute. The pinecones were collected by her late husband, James, a veteran with a love for nature and his country. They had painted them together one summer, laughing and dabbing colors onto each petal, turning ordinary cones into blossoms of remembrance. See more: https://mideas.co/rqMoW | Facebook
LIFE - On every Fourth of July, Martha hung the same wreath on her door — not just a decoration, but a quiet salute. The pinecones were collected by her late husband, James, a veteran with a love for nature and his country. They had painted them together one summer, laughing and dabbing colors onto each petal, turning ordinary cones into blossoms of remembrance. See more: https://mideas.co/rqMoW | Facebook
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