How we got here
One tray of sweet peas, two pairs of hands.
We met at a Saturday plant sale, both reaching for the last tray of sweet peas. Rafael got the tray. Hattie got the conversation, and the rest has been a slow garden of shared plans ever since.
We are marrying where Hattie's grandmother pressed flowers for her own wedding book, under the old apple trees at Orchard Farm. Rafael has promised to keep the bees out of the speeches.
Hattie and Rafael