Mid-July. Our seventeenth wedding anniversary is this weekend. Oh, sweet love! How can it be that it's been so long ago already? It feels like yesterday, and a million years ago at once. I am still, and frequently, gobsmacked that we found each other. All three of us. Oh, I am blessed.
At our wedding I carried a little bouquet of dahlias and zinnas from the farmer's market in Oak Park, and so did all of the bridesmaids. For the reception (which was here — such a pretty place!) the bouquets went into jars on the tables. I've never been that big into formal floral arrangements, and the expense of it just freaks me out. I just like to cut some stuff and plunk it on a table. Better yet, walk around and look at it when the weather is in the mid-70s. Yeah.
