Even more, I love looking back at them.
And I can’t quite decide which season lends itself best to a wedding. Because every season has its beauty, and its remembrance:
The steadiness of summer, and the daylight that stretches long across the fields…
The multitude of colours that is autumn, and the variance of those colours on just one or two themes…
In the depth of winter, the beginnings of buds that will flourish soon…
…And spring. Oh, spring. There is such a wild exuberance in spring, flinging about its blossoms and flowers with abandon. There is abundance on the trees, and abundance spread about on the ground. Pink confetti, created by the hand of God.
And yet in spite of the gorgeous confetti, and spring’s flinging on of wedding-day garments that make you catch your breath, my vote would still lean towards autumn’s richness and glory.
But what’s your season?
Karen
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