My Garden ~ a ruby wedding anniversary

Forty years ago today, that spring day was much as it is now with patches of blue sky, warming day temperatures urging signs of renewed life, bursts of early springtime colour daubed amid the greenery.  In my girlhood, I grew up with large country gardens in the farming area. Thinking about my parents’ garden evoked memories.

Plants echo those that grew  in my parents’ garden. I hear Mum’s voice lamenting four decades ago, the difficulty in September of doing floral arrangements when in another month, October, roses would be in full bloom. Himself and I were getting married. It was a country district do and after the formal church service and reception, the guests came

Dad wanted us to be married on the same day as he and Mum celebrated their 22nd anniversary. Himself and I were agreeable. My parent’s wedding day in 1946, was a simple affair in England with four guests before Dad was repatriated to New Zealand. Their photo shows Dad wore his army uniform and at his side, Mum was wearing a classic, two-piece, pale blue suit and a small pretty matching hat. Two Aunties helped her out with clothing coupons. Mum told us she also managed to get stockings to wear that day.

Happy. That is how I remember my day in 1968.  It was a communal affair. Himself’s sister sewed my guipure lace wedding gown. Mum baked three traditional rich fruit wedding cakes – large, medium, small. My Aunty iced, decorated and assembled the 3-tier wedding cake. Another Aunty baked and decorated the pavlovas. My Matron-of-honour’s mother sewed three bridesmaids’ gowns. Dad killed a beef steer to provide the beef for the caterers to cook for the wedding breakfast. Neighbours arranged flowers and set up the local district hall for the wedding reception for 250 guests.

Matching Chrysler Valiant cars borrowed from my Aunt and Uncle and a neighbour for the bridal entourage, were driven by my cousins. A local farmer whose hobby was photography, did the honours. I was on time and Himself and I each said “I do”.

“I do… I do”.

It was the same story for my cousins, my sister and others in the farming district in an era when family life events were transformed into rural social occasions. A special memory evoked by splashes of springtime floral colours and scents in my garden this mornng.

3 thoughts on “My Garden ~ a ruby wedding anniversary

  1. I’m envious that your plant year is just beginning. I guess mine is just ending!

    I noticed your iris. I love Irises. I had some in my back garden, but they kind of got destroyed when I had all the paving put down last year. I must replace them. Thanks for reminding me It’s probably getting to the right time of year for me to think about planting the bulbs (or are they corms or something for Irises) so thanks for the timely reminder.

    Your wedding day sounds lovely!

  2. What a lovely post, Jenny, such precious memories.
    What is “gupuire lace” and do you have a picture of your wedding day?

    I love to hear about your garden, I can smell the freesias and feel the warmth of the sun. Spring is my favourite season, so full of promise.

    Although we’re still firmly in our summer here, October will bring the rains and with them will come new growth. Puerto de la Cruz is known as ‘the land of eternal spring’ which is one of the things that makes it such a special place to live in.

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