When I was a little girl, we lived in the country. On the way into town, there was an old farm house at one of the main cross roads.
I always loved driving by that farmhouse, because whoever owned it had a great collection of wreaths. Every month there was a new one hanging on the door, always in theme with the season.
At my last house, there wasn't much point in putting any decoration on the front door. It didn't face the street and we didn't use it; we used a back entrance.
But this house is a much better house for decorations. Last fall, I even bought a whole bunch of supplies