Mr & Mrs Hinton and Mr Puppy Doo-hawg. Photo: Sally Tagg

What a magic day. They say your wedding day is one of those days you’ll never forget, and they’re right. It was perfect from start to finish (though as the only sober one at the party, I was definitely ready for bed by the time the last guests hit the tequila at 3am!) 

I think we all scrubbed up rather nicely! Jason (aka the Hunk, now the Hubby) was looking super spiffy in his new suit (civil engineering contractors don’t generally have much call for for fancy-pants menswear), I wore a simple (and stretchy) frock to accommodate the baby bump and even Mr Puppy Doo-hawg agreed to a shampoo and blow wave (well, a wash and a dry roll in the dusty gravel on the driveway at least). We had wonderful weather, the garden looked gorgeous, the guests ate, drank and were merry, and it all went off without a hitch.

I adored my big bouquet of colourful mixed dahlias from Davina at Vida Flores. Davina added a funky off-centre trail of asparagus fern studded with wee Bells of Ireland (Molucella laevis). I’ve always loved their stately lime green spires but have never managed to grow them successfully, so that’s on my to-do list to master next season. I’ll order seeds to sow from Kings Seeds and, green fingers crossed, they’ll be in bloom by this time next year.

The Sunday Star Times also snapped a nice pic of the pair of us standing in the middle of the wildflower border. You can read their story here.