I was up bright and early on Sunday morning. Partly because I usually am and partly because I was thinking about how much time it was going to take for me to finish all I needed to do for my daughter's shower. The first job on my list was to cut the flowers for the table decorations and subsequent party favors when it was all done. It was barely light out when I grabbed my cup of coffee, scissors, and buckets of water. The weather was perfect for cutting flowers. There was a little dew and it was still cool, 60's, when I started.
I went through each bed cutting the flowers by type. Zinnias are the lion's share of the beds. There is plenty other things that were looking so lovely in the early light of day. The job became a prayer. I enjoyed shaking out the docile bees that had taken over night shelter in the blossoms rather than flying home the night before. I was able to carefully select and cut each stem, thinking of the seeds I planted that became these beautiful plants. I thought about a loving husband that built a brand new bed in the sunny part of the yard for their roots to take hold. I thanked God for the sunshine and rain that helped them grow. The balance of cool and warm temperatures that brought them along with minimal insect and disease problems. I also said a prayer for each person who would be taking them home to enjoy in their own house. Most of all, I thought of my daughter who has grown into a beautiful woman ready to start her married life to a wonderful guy who will be our first son. I thank God every day that they found each other.
I would love to show you how lovely 30 different vases and various containers of flowers look together. Sadly, my day became a rush of activity once we reached the party facility and I was happy to get them arranged and on the tables in under 20 minutes. It was lovely! I am happy to share what I have to give a small idea of the outcome.
The bride to be on the right with friends |
Mom with the maid of honor |
Thank you for all your hard work! The arrangements were beautiful. I love you, mom.
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