Over time, there were some magnificent wreaths gracing our table, with three fresh purple and one pink candles (the way it is supposed to be). To be real, most years, like this year, Advent sneaks up on me and I am filling in with whatever candles, in whatever colors, in whatever level of freshness happen to be in the house!
Fortunately, I've realized that the colors, length and freshness of the candles as well as the "realness" of the greens really doesn't matter at all. It it the opportunity to take a few minutes each day to say a prayer, make a wish (even when you don't see a shooting star) and to prepare my heart.
My perfectly good, even if totally imperfect (like me) wreath.
(This year, it's three old reddish brown candles,
and one faded, light green candle,
nestled in a recycled "faux" wreath!)