Gun Control

Growing up in the UP of Michigan, I'm no stranger to firearms. I have many memories of drawing targets and coloring in the rings with my Dad and brother. We'd take the targets out to "camp" and practice shooting our rifles and pistols. Targets precluded hunting season and I've "bagged a buck" or two in past deer seasons. These days, however, my "weapon" of choice seems to be my handy-dandy glue gun (ah how far I've fallen!!). I guess you could say it is "open season" on the flowers tucked into vases lurking in the corners of my dining area. At least I don't have to wear bright orange, strap a license on my back and don thermal underwear in order to keep my extremities warm when doing this kind of "hunting!"

My latest project was the creation of a small altar arrangement for a stand located near where Pastor Jennie and Reverend (Aunt) Jean will sit. The arrangement is in a fall-themed, gold colored bowl that sort of reminds me of a pumpkin in shape. The first time that I brought Ed home to Michigan with me to meet my family (he'd already met my Mom once in Chicago), he gave my Mom a beautiful floral arrangement in the very same bowl! When Mom heard that I was doing the flowers for the wedding, she offered me the use of any suitable vases or containers that she had at her house. Ed and I picked that bowl because of its fall "flavor" and because we remembered what a lovely time we had that first weekend in Michigan. I'm grateful for my Mom's hospitality, her generosity in letting me "re-purpose" the bowl, and all that she is doing to support Ed and I in our wedding plans and our new life together.