Happy Days

Number One Daughter is now a Mrs P and very happy in her new role. The wedding was on October 6th and everything went according to plan, including the weather.  Doc was tearful as he led our little girl down the aisle and I was tearful because my shoes were killing me.  Mrs P was sensible and wore dusky pink pumps, encrusted with pearls.  The long white vintage-inspired dress did not look half bad either! 

 

But enough of fashion, it was all about the special day, seeing family and friends together and enjoying much food and drink - and funny speeches.  Oh, and the flowers!  Mrs P is a florist and she created all the arrangements herself.  They were magnificent - even though we are a teensy weensy bit biased.  Each dining table had a dramatic centre piece consisting of a tall candleabra overflowing with burgundy, red, pink and ivory roses, lilies, eucalptus, snow berries and 'love lies bleeding'.  And there was a coronet of yet more flowers on the table itself.  It was over the top but bold, inspired and lush.  When Mrs P does something, she Does It!   

 

After seeing the newly weds off to their honeymoon in Cornwall we travelled back home, quietly and in a sort of limbo.  With so much excitement, coming home was an anti-climax.  So we did what gardeners do and retreated to the plot for some therapy. 

 

Much has been achieved in a week, despite the showers and some other commitments.  Doc has chopped several trees into logs and now qualifies as a lumberjack.  He has composted the raised beds, cut the grass and continued to pick raspberries and blackberries.  I have tidied and sorted everywhere and created a huge bonfire heap, ready for Guy Fawkes night.  

 

However, the job I am most pleased about is re-claiming the steps down from terrace.  With so much rain over the summer, soil from the rockeries had washed and spilled onto the steps, providing the perfect place for weeds and plants to migrate to.  The steps are now a good six inches wider!   

 

Today is Sunday and we awoke to bright sunshine and our first frost.  The grass sparkled and felt crispy under foot when I trekked down the garden at 8.00 am.  I had to break the ice from the chickens' water container but they did not seem to mind the cold. 

 

We might not have memories of the hazy days of summer 2012 to see us through the low season.  However, we do have memories of The Wedding.  I think we have enough photos to keep us occupied until its time to start the spring planting!