“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”
—Winnie-the-Pooh, by A.A.Milne
Pooh’s quote reminds me of my wedding reception, which was a long time ago. Funny memories spring to mind–like the frantic peahens bolting around the yard, screaming as they tried to escape an overly amorous peacock. I remember choosing to ignore the sweat-slicked host, who was in a lather about his wilting vol-au-vents. Who cared? Life was good; the world was beautiful; I was in Australia married to the man I loved.
Late afternoon sunlight danced on the lake all golden and glittery. Bark peeled off the gum trees, and in the branches above, a kookaburra cackled its whacky call. At that crazy sound, I knew how Dorothy felt when she encountered the singing Munchkins. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more…”
On the periphery of the yard were stands of mysterious, tall orange flowers with bronze foliage. I asked the photographer to take some photos of us with the gorgeous flowers in the background.
He scratched his head and stifled a laugh. “Those scrappy things? Are you sure? They’re just weeds, Luv.” Silly Yank–doesn’t know her weeds from her flowers.
The bride, silly Yank or not, won in the end. Once I got to know them, as Pooh said, I learned the “weeds” were in fact flowers–Canna Lilies, to be precise. The photo is my favourite in the whole wedding album.Creative Commons Image Credit (top): Albert Freeman