We had a summer wedding, Andy and I, in the garden of our house in Victoria.
This house had a white stucco south-facing wall where three peach trees were espaliered. In April, when Andy and I first viewed the house, the sunlight on that south-facing wall made promises to me, and those blossoms, pink against the clear blue sky, sold me. I had not been as certain about Andy.
The wedding in our back yard riotous with dahlias, daisies and delphiniums was not our…
