Recently I came across these photos of my great-grandmother Viola; one on her wedding day and one of her portraits. I felt something I can't quite pinpoint when I looked at them - especially thinking about Viola as a bride; her serious expression, the length of her dress and beautifully simple head scarf, her situation in a backyard garden (as one should often be) and that wonderfully haphazard bouquet of flowers - I thought about how she was feeling and wondered whether it is like the anticipation I am feeling now, and of course I thought about her toes...
I wonder what my great-granddaughter will think of my wedding toes.
I hope it is with the same delight,
the same curiosity to know
the way things once were,
and how some things always are.