Our flowers

Our florist, Barry Beard is a genius and a good friend. I didn't worry about the flowers at all because I knew they would be brilliant, no matter what. I did fantasize about them and in my head they were strikingly black and white. Maybe half black, half white with great black and white ribbon. I told Barry about the black and white idea and he agreed to keep that in mind.

I was right, the flowers were all breath-taking, thoughtful (he incorporated vegetables in some of the arrangements to honor my grandmother!) ... but they were anything but black and white.