My father loves bright salmon roses.
I love salmon, the fish.
After some begging I was allowed to diversify, and these bowls of flowers for the tables in the marquee were filled with chinkerinchees (purchased), asters (purchased), Inca lilies (purchased), the salmon roses and some cream and golden ones, which we picked on Saturday morning at a nearby rose farm; the rest were from the garden: lily buds, agapanthus, bulbine, calendula, coreopsis, scarlet runner beans (my mom wasn't too pleased I had picked those), gnidia, mint and lots of Confederate jasmine.
The party is over - I think it went very well. It's hard to know when you are in it. It was wonderful to see so many old family friends, and my whole family together - a rare event. The food was delicious, and wine and Champagne flowed. Once the speech I had to make was over, I could relax a bit, especially as it was received very well.
There are many stories to tell, but as I type my husband is asleep beside me, and I must join him. I am about ready to pass out. It's been a busy couple of days.