Farmette life always begins in a similar vein and then it takes its twists and turns into something unique. It may not seem that way to you, but really, most days are not like the other.
But the days immediately following your daughter's wedding are singular from the get-go.
Oh, the weather may replicate patterns from before. Foggy, wet... The repetition of stuff that would drive me nuts for its wedding incompatibility. Now? Can't say that I care much. I check the weather only for Wednesday, to see if there may be flight delays for my connections out of here. Otherwise, I am living a weather detox.
I spend a lot of time on the porch today. Breakfast...
...and then a longer spell with a couple of "out-of-towners..."
In that time, it rains, a steady rain that is rather pleasant to witness from the shelter of the porch.
The young couple stops by as well -- to pack up all they'd brought with them from the Twin Cities. It is good, too good to see them. For a second, they make us feel like we are still in the thick of celebrations. Or better -- that they had stopped over for a quick hello, on their way home just around the corner.
Fantasy.
We say our post wedding good byes.
After, I hang two bouquets in the sun room.
Right next to the ones I had from my older girl's wedding. I'm not sure they'll last: a spring flower has a different stem and texture than a late summer bloom. But for a while I'll have a bit of the young couple inside the farmhouse with me.
But the days immediately following your daughter's wedding are singular from the get-go.
Oh, the weather may replicate patterns from before. Foggy, wet... The repetition of stuff that would drive me nuts for its wedding incompatibility. Now? Can't say that I care much. I check the weather only for Wednesday, to see if there may be flight delays for my connections out of here. Otherwise, I am living a weather detox.
I spend a lot of time on the porch today. Breakfast...
...and then a longer spell with a couple of "out-of-towners..."
In that time, it rains, a steady rain that is rather pleasant to witness from the shelter of the porch.
The young couple stops by as well -- to pack up all they'd brought with them from the Twin Cities. It is good, too good to see them. For a second, they make us feel like we are still in the thick of celebrations. Or better -- that they had stopped over for a quick hello, on their way home just around the corner.
Fantasy.
We say our post wedding good byes.
After, I hang two bouquets in the sun room.
Right next to the ones I had from my older girl's wedding. I'm not sure they'll last: a spring flower has a different stem and texture than a late summer bloom. But for a while I'll have a bit of the young couple inside the farmhouse with me.
Ah, bittersweet.
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My mother taught me that it's never appropriate to congratulate the bride and her family, but...congratulations! Your wedding weekend was a great success.
Now to take that sweetness along with you wherever you go.
I have noticed, in the photos you've provided to us, that your lovely newly-wedded daughter now smiles more for the camera than she did pre-wedding. She always seemed to have a serious look on her face before but since she has been a married lady, I have seen quite a few brilliant smiles on her lovely face. It must be a relief and a very happy feeling to be where she is right now.
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