Poets, painters and puddings. These three things make the world as it ought to be.

OK thats it Rosies Petals

its over, I am bored now and it it is time to move on. The wedding is over, we all danced a lot to great music, we are married and life goes on. It is almost August and I want to write about other things and all sorts. So I leave you with this beautiful picture taken by my neice Rosie, of our fallen petals.

As we gather

                                            

As we gather on an alomst wet afternoon, on friday we had been blessed with sunshine, and on friday the weather report threatened us with rain and grey skies for the saturday. David and I pondered over the idea of having a tent, we couldn't exactly invite 150 people from all over the globe to come and celebrate our marriage with us and expect them to sit outside in the rain and eat. Reluctantly we paid for a tent, Thank the Lord, is all I can say.

A serious sort of moment, filled with anticipation and love, the civil cereomny, breif and to the point had been lovley, but now the garden filled with so many loved ones, the air filled with meaning, the knowing of what we were doing permeated my being, silence enveloped us and hope and faith and joy and love and thought and promise and blessings and god all waited in limbo for a brief moment, until Anne spoke. Vonny had sung Here there and everywhere by the Beatles as people gathered on the front lawn, she gave us a beautiful introduction, I will try put our Ceremony on my next blog.

I love this next peice from the Corintians, I find it so hard to be patient and often to be kind, especially when I am tired, I always need to be reminded of these words

‘Love is patient; love is kind;

love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way;

it is not irritable or resentful;

it does not rejoice in wrong doing, but rejoices in the truth.

It bears all things, endures all things.

(1 Corinthians 13.4-7)

The rose and ring bearer, and the pretty girls

Jack having a small rehersal with Anne Naylor our Reverand who gave us the blessing.

My bouquet

Me and me girls.

I am not writing today, shall keep you posted tomorrow.

Pretty Tables and Pretty Girls

It looked so lovley, what a transformation.  Whilst I was upstairs getting ready, a;; sorts of little things were going on outside that I was quite unaware of, particularly the arrival of my friend Hilary King and her wonderful table decorations.

                                                 

There were fifteen tables, each table had its own colour each egg was blown by Hilary and her freinds, each egg was painted by Hilary and her friends, each flower placed, each paintbursh dipped, each eggbox glued, each vine fixed in place each feather with matching colour arranged, what love, what imagination, what work! thank you Hilary. With the last touches made to the tables the whole was a delight to behold.

So, as everyone was tweaking paper flower here and a paper ribbon there, I was frenetically getting dressed upstairs, my stomach had blown up to all proportions, which suprised me rather as I had eaten very little for a week, but I am one of those people who put wieght on when they are stressed,  have been finding out more about it and will write about it in a future blog.