I am a dyed in the wool, romantic.
I love weddings.
I love June.
We got married in June. The smell of petunias remind me of that day. There were cascades of white petunias spilling over stone walls in my parents back yard. My mother's white clematis opened into its full glory right on cue. The wisteria, pink-blushed azaleas and peonies hung on for us.
We have weddings and parties on our minds this June.
Holly's mother will be 90 on Saturday. She is a party girl who still LOVES being the belle of the ball. She will, without a doubt, be warbling her verbrado rendition of "Ah Sweet Mystery of Life (at last I've found you!)". She still holds a torch for Nelson Eddie in Naughty Marietta!
My sister Marlee has a birthday the following week. She is way more comfortable doing all the cooking and entertaining, but we are forcing her to be queen-for-a-lobster-picnic-day, in our sister Sarah's north shore garden.
And there will be weddings!
My double cousin's daughter, Madagan, with her brown tendrils, big wide eyes and contagious laugh will be marrying her Prince Patrick Charming this month too! We will go back to Massachusetts, this time to Marlee's house for festivities on her lawn (once my grandmother's, the bride's great grandmother's lawn)! I think Mad wants at a totally green, (in color and in concept) wedding. Saplings by the tent poles and foraged greens everywhere! Marlee and I get to dress up the tent.
This bride's mum runs Ceres Bakery in Portland NH, so the cake will be out of this world. The bride and her future husband host the party every night and day at Atwood's Tavern in Cambridge. Their good food friends are providing the fare, adding the the whole secret to success, that intangible love ingredient!
This will be a true love wedding on the wide lawn where the bride's family has played a million games, wept a thousand tears, lounged and laughed loud, and clinked hundreds of icy glasses.
Here's to true love to reigning at all the weddings this summer, this year, this century.