On the bridge between 2012 and 2013, vegetation is a harbinger. So unusual is this specimen produced from Mary’s garden, it seeps into my dreams.
Purple cauliflower? Really?
2012 has been full of surprises. And it looks like 2013 may be colorful.
Here’s to things extra ordinary! Health! Happiness! Peace…Purple!!
With nearly a month (as of tomorrow) since the barefoot, Bohemian wedding, I’m just beginning to settle down.
It was a beautiful swirl of friends and family. Candles, flowers and foliage. Lots and lots of love.
Now we are newlyweds (with a nine-year old). No honeymoon, as of yet. We’ve moved on to birthday and Christmas celebrations.
Back in our routines, the Bohemian stays his steady self, though we watch his wedding ring go through phases. One day it nearly slips right off his finger. Days later, it’s tight to the point of no removal. Mine, I barely realize it’s there. Just like I wanted. Beautiful. Solid. Golden. No muss, no fuss.
And Jeb. He’s on school vacation, rekindling his love for the card game, Uno. We spend evenings in a mellow, post-dinner phase. He and the Bohemian matching colors (“draw two cards and change to green”) while I fit jigsaw pieces of bunny fur into our newly gifted puzzle.
Just before the holidays, the Bohemian topped a nearby Norfolk pine tree and brought 10 feet of greenery home. We planted the trunk in a pot, right here in the living room. Now we’re all strung up in lights. Shiny balls hang in red, green and gold, creating the epitome of Christmas cozy (though we’re all sock less here in the tropics).
Jeb finally wins a round of cards. My bunny is starting to take form. The Bohemian is whistling a Christmas carol at the sink.
I know clichés are boring. But this one does feel lovely.
The options are endless.
How you want to make a bouquet. Get married. Live a life.
I had an abundance of flowers at my fingertips, all the colors and textures ready to be included in my Do It Yourself bridal bouquet. Each bloom and fragrance seemed like a beautiful idea.
But as the stems got added to my growing grip, everything just got too busy. Petals knocking and bumping, colors drowning out their neighbors.
Right, right. Keep it simple.
Three gorgeous orchids go back to the bucket.
Today I wed the Bohemian, my true love.
Certainly, there are countless ways to do this. Getting married, that is.
With a bevy of blooms in our reach, we’ve taken what feels true.
Today we get to live our little creation in a celebration of love and life.
Here I stand at the threshold of the unknown, open to the day unfurling as a flower.
The Bohemian and I, we’ve picked some choice stems, intending simple beauty.
On 11-29-2012, we inhale deeply. The fragrance of Love comes to fruition.
Possibilities, infinite.
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