The bride said, “Make the flowers match the rock formations of the Garden of the Gods at sunrise. You know shades of coral, peach, beige, maybe some purple and gold. I like yellow, add yellow. And the men all have this bow tie thing going on so they don’t need boutonnieres.”
The ceremony is at sunrise. “OOOOOK what time is that? “I asked. You don’t know? You know when the sun is coming up don’t you?
Insecurity floods my brain. How can I capture the rising sun? This is too hard. You scare me; I may not be able to please you.
The night before the wedding I set the alarm for 4:45am. I was still confused as to when the sun rose and I did not want to be late.
I quickly dressed, filled the super sized to-go coffee mug and loaded my vehicle.
What is wrong with the birds? Why are they chirping their little heads off? I’m annoyed. Yes, I am sleepy and annoyed.
I take a few sips of coffee, I can relax now, and I’m on schedule. I fasten the seat belt and take a closer listen to the birds before I pull out of the driveway. Maybe this isn’t so annoying? Wow, there is this congregation birds chattering about in the morning. How have I missed this all of my life? Sneaky. Charming.
When I arrived at the Garden of the God’s Club the lobby was empty, no wedding party, no front desk person, no wedding planner, no photographer, no sunrise. It’s just me arriving with flowers in the dark.
My plan is to deliver the bouquets, pin on a few corsages and split. Mission accomplished.
It is impossible to deliver when there is no one to receive so I waited, sipped coffee, and looked for the sun, listened to birds.
Then, quietly a collection of about twelve people arrived. Some of them had this bow tie thing going on. They were all too groggy to talk or show any interest in the flowers. They just stood looking at the rocks of the Garden of the Gods and waiting for the sun. I joined in their silence. I kind of like this now. I’m in their flow. Thanks for inviting me.
The signal came from the bride, softly she said, “OK let’s do it.”
It was not night, and it was not day, and the group of twelve walked to the ceremony site together, united, happy to be with someone who was happy to get married. There were several men carrying sleeping children all bundled up in blankets and hats. Some of them sat, some of them stood. Still no one spoke above a whisper, no reason to.
It all happened in slow motion. First it was few bunnies hopping around the grass lawn, no one talked, them the deer came over the hill and grazed, no one talked, the sky was brighter now and some large birds were circling, no one talked. I was thinking, I hope one of those birds’ swoops down and get’s a bunny, I’d wake up the children to see that. I did not talk.
And then the sun came out without a making a peep, not even a whisper. And everything seemed to awaken in awe of its arrival. Me too.
Sunrise is not an actual time but rather its a rhapsody of subtle light changes. It’s the inhale, not the exhale. It’s the moment god slowly takes in his first conscience breath of the day. And in that brief moment all us skeptics desperately want to believe. It could be so easy to believe. There are signs everywhere. The monumental rock formations are now in color; coral, peach, beige, purple, yellow and gold. Just like my bride said!
It was the most beautiful wedding I ever attended. I cried. I inhaled and for the first time in my life I watched the sun rise.
I’m so happy this bride selected me as her florist.
Oh yes, I almost forgot. The flowers looked like this. Enjoy.
Planning a wedding? Give me a call. Let’s talk flowers. Liz Ash Floral Designer and Owner Ambience Florals