The beauty of peonies is enhanced by their short season. It’s a cruel fact that not everyone will have peonies on their wedding day (I want the one I can’t have) and I’ve known them go on until August but honestly, they were not worth the money, and people… dahlia season comes along just in time. Today, Sara had the crossover, a little of both.
There was also an arch. A fabulous arch that in order to be draped with passion flower vines and tree ivy, required NO ladders. A good thing, since ladders, in this heat, may have pushed me over the edge.
At the weekend, Leigh and Eddie married. Leigh had what I now think may be the last of the coral charm. Clara married and I didn’t even get a photo and tomorrow there will be another wedding. And I’m enjoying it. I may curse at slow drivers and tractors on country roads, moan about the heat, panic about the sweet peas dying and complain about the price of David Austin roses, but wedding season is satisfying. Satisfying because I get to make lots of stuff and order things I don’t see every day.