I went shopping for Memorial Day flowers, so I could decorate the graves of loved ones.
Most of them were easy to shop for, a pink wreath for Grandma, a blue wreath for my baby brother. But then there was Uncle Hank, who needed something special.
For him I wanted to take part of this wreath, part of that wreath, in fact a little part out of many different wreathes.
He always had a sweet tooth, so I wanted to give him a serving of "Wreathes' Pieces."