More and more and more rain, but we go happily into the wet woods. It’s warm and muddy and dripping. Today is the day my husband will arrive home. I see the knobby white bloom of the turtle plant growing on the side of the trail in a new place underneath the leaves of other plants. It’s hard to spot, let alone to photograph. I love the milkweed in this season of little stars bursting into bloom, one by one, the pollinators of the monarchs. The house has been exceptionally quiet this week, giving me a lot of uninterrupted time to work. A text comes through from my daughter in Costa Rica, she is having her final day, and will be home to brighten the house tomorrow. It’s a full day of rain, a drenching downpour, and I want to plant my herbs and a few more plants, but my arms are sore and I decide to wait until tomorrow. Tonight my husband and I dig into the wedding plan and work until we’re very tired. For the first time, I feel anxiety of the reality creep in - all there is to do. And yet, I want this to be fun. It needs to be fun. Why not let it be fun? What will we have to let go of in order for this process to be fun and not stressful? Is there any way for it not to be stressful? The bride and groom to be very much want, more than anything, a stressless wedding. Impossible? All the noises of the woods and river and brook are in through the open windows with the damp humid air cooling off a bit. Music to sleep by; I am dry and warm with the woods out my window growing all the mysterious and beautiful plants, and all the nocturnal animals begin to roam their habitat and hunt for food and maybe mischief. The wedding will be all it needs to be on this land of the river.