... guests gather. Here are some of my extended family about to make trouble ... no, not really ... yes, actually, they just can't help themselves ...
... but never this one - the happy father of the groom.
... the line-up, and showing more of the garden setting for the wedding. (At this stage the thunder clouds were beginning to gather overhead.)
... me reading out a poem especially composed.
... granddaughter A ...
An important part of the ceremony was the presence of little A. She was none too happy about being seperated from her mama. There were lots of tears and loud crying from her throughout the ceremony. Her mother reckons that it was her ire that brought along the black thundercloud full of rain and hail - yes, hail! in the middle of summer - to off-load upon everyone just before S and E repeated their vows. Well they say don't they, that rain on the wedding day is a lucky sign for a marriage? It rained on our wedding in Invercargill back in 1976 (although we can't lay claim to hail) and it also rained a little on M&K's wedding here a year and a half ago. This sudden downpour added some fun and drama; all guests had to hastily retire into the house. It also totally flattened my hair, giving me rats' tails for the rest of the photos.
A shame I couldn't set up a proper time lapse, but alas too many childcare duties. As we went about our daily routines and the usual busyness caring for infants and toddlers entails, the butterfly slowly got free of its chrysalis shell and emerged, a little damp, but quite exquisite.
The next day his swan plant home was taken outside, and Casper flew off on butterfly business.
And that's not all! Another perfect day today ... A cool-ish, end-of-summer day as autumn shoulders its way into summer's party. Good conditions for a walk. I headed for St Kilda beach. Here are some images from my little excursion.