Shakespeare Sonnet 116

My girl Jessica is now married aswell. We spent celebrating on the prarie pastures of the Illinois Wisconsin line at an apple orchard. The rural adventure was a sweet relief to the flower work of putting one together. 

So much fun to be had with friends dancing and embracing the most special of flower girls, Jessica's niece Flo.   

Jessica's thoughtful DIY details were impeccable! Only a few blurry snaps were taken of the bridal bouquet I put together for my dear friend. 

I take that as a sign of a truly great time.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.[1]

–William Shakespeare

Comments

[jessica]

thank you so much leelee for putting together the most beautiful bouquet. once i get images from my photographers i will send your way. i love you so much and am so happy, that you made it out for the big momentous day. i just wish it lasted a bit longer. see you in three weeks. xoxo