When we first got engaged last July, Chris suggested a May or June wedding and I had a mini-freak-out: "How can we plan a wedding that fast are you crazy?" Etc. I'm not proud of myself. Chris graciously had a calm conversation with me and we compromised on July or August, later jointly choosing to move the date to (my initial choice) September due to concerns about late summer temperatures in Virginia.
The other day we were walking past a bodega bursting with blossoms and I turned to Chris and said, "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. A May or June wedding would have been so nice." Upon which he had a mini-freak-out of his own: "No way, we picked the perfect month; are you regretting it? Are you not 100% happy???" Etc.
I quickly reassured him, but the totally superficial reason for my momentary lapse was
I love them. And I doubt that I can have even one single blossom in my bouquet because they'll have faded out of season. (Don't even think of suggesting dahlias as a substitute; they're pretty too but nothing like the same feeling, all sharp edges where peonies are soft and ruffly.) So I've got to indulge my eyes (and yours) while I can! Check out the wonderful Weeder's Digest column on Design*Sponge.
(Speaking of Design*Sponge, I want this book.)