OK I know I’m in danger of being at least a bit painful and perhaps even positively nauseating to some by keeping on and on about our perfect eco wedding. I know I’ve sung my own praises about food for too long, for sourcing local etc etc……I’m prepared to accept these charges on the basis that it’s something really important to me and let’s face it, if you can’t bang on about important things then you might as well give up.

This may (though I still may find another wedding pic/story and decide “what the heck” at some point in the next few weeks) be my last “wedding” shot. My bouquet and the other wedding flowers were full of poppy seed heads and teasels, the poppies from John’s garden and the teasels gathered from the woodlands near to Janet’s home.

Today, I’ve finally had to accept the fact that my bouquet is now nothing more than compost – there is nothing left alive in it so I’ve cut out all of the poppy seed heads and the teasels and I’m going to scatter them in our field, around the margins. It’s a little thing that may come to nothing but if we get a display of poppies or teasels or if we’re really lucky both, then we can feel that the demise of my bouquet has given us ongoing pleasure and our population of wild critters ongoing food.

We’ve not got any poppies or teasels growing in close proximity to us, which may mean that conditions are not right or it may mean that seeds have simply not flown here from other plants.

So. what I can say (because of a lack of said plants in the vicinity) is that in 2010, if a poppy (or a teasel) pops up in there, it’s ours in more ways than simply by being on our soil. It’s ours because it’s a relic from our big day and it’s a reminder of the day forever more.

I’m still, three weeks on from the wedding eking out our big day and eking out the ongoing pleasure from it.