It's all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
Isn't that just so pretty?
But alas, no space for it. A couple of good friends of mine have agreed to read the ee cummings as a "two parter", and it should be fabulous and will make me cry. P and I are also midway through creating our vows. Wonders will never cease!
Needless to say I am a completely stressed bunny, even for me. I set myself impossibly high expectations of how I want things to be, and always set myself up for a fall. It being mid-July, I had had (too optimistic) dreams of an outdoor wedding, balmy sunshine, gentle breeze, croquet on the lawn, afternoon tea served, gentle laughter, string quartet followed by soft jazz, rural bliss, and then a gentle amble (or stagger) off to the local public house where we could collapse into sofas and generally continue chilling out. Unfortunately the British weather, always (I admit) unreliable, has dashed all those dreams and I am now hurriedly trying to rethink housing and entertaining 100+ people in a tent in a field in the pouring rain with, potentially, gale force winds, thunder and temperatures more akin to March on a bad day. I'm not dealing well with the disappointment. In fact, I am being a ridiculously sulky child.
Still, deep breaths, get a grip and all that... Show will go on. :-)
CR is good. On is good, now I'm home. Wine consumption... hmm, could be better. As for the caffeine!