A least three things have happened in the last week that are worth sharing. The most important is my second cousin’s wedding, which we’ll get to in a moment. But first, here’s a photo of a gecko I saw on my kitchen window last Thursday evening:
I’ve never seen a gecko at this address before, and — although I’ve read about it often enough — I’ve never seen a gecko climbing glass before. Amazing.
On Saturday, my second cousin Simon married Jemima, who I hadn’t met before. The wedding took place in the Lutheran Church at Strathalbyn, a largish town about 50km southeast of Adelaide. Here are my photos from the service:
And from outside the church:
Everybody taking photographs at the same time:
Between the service and the reception, my parents and I explored the town of Strathalbyn, which features a very nice park in the middle. Here’s my best photograph:
The reception was held back in the church hall. On display was the official wedding cake, which is almost certainly the best-decorated cake at any wedding I’ve been to. Simon is a tractor fanatic, hence the farm-themed decorations as seen in the first photo below.
Beside it is a photograph of the balcony where the married couple and selected company sat during the reception.
Below are two more photos. The first is a close-up from our table, starring Mum, and the second shows the view toward the balcony. The light levels in the room were too low for my camera to focus properly, but I’m sure you’ll forgive that.
During the proceedings, the microphone coordinator gave us half an hour to compose messages to be read aloud. My parents remember this was a common thing at weddings a generation ago, but almost unknown these days — perhaps it’s coming back into fashion, but more likely Simon and Jemima heard about it from old folk and thought it was a good idea.
Anyway, with assistance from family — because I couldn’t figure out the last line on my own — I composed the following limerick:
When Simon did marry Jemima
He couldn’t find anyone finer.
She doesn’t have wheels
Yet somehow appeals
And we hope that he’ll often remind her.
To my mind, the reception was a lot more enjoyable than the service. However it did run late (so many speeches), and we didn’t stay till the very end. I never did find out if the cake tasted as good as it looked, but the rest of the food was beyond criticism.
It was great to catch up with Simon and meet Jemima, but of course it wasn’t the place for an extended chat. I look forward to having that opportunity another time.
The third event worth sharing from the last week is the delivery — yesterday evening — of the painting I bought last month on Kangaroo Island. The painting is called Southern Swell, and the artist is Suzanne Trethewey. Here is a picture of it hanging above my living room table, followed by two complementary close-ups: