I'm busy on my knees pulling the weeds around my parents graves and I keep hearing this "whooshing" sound in the wind. So I'm like, what in the world is that? I kept listening and watching and finally I figured out what it was. The "shushing" sound that I was hearing was coming from the wind rustling in these corn husk (and yes, I said CORN HUSK) floral arrangements that were as tall as I am and standing on these sites...all I could say was...WOW! How much do you really love someone to give them a husk?