The mums I've stored in the basement are up on the deck now, awaiting final placement but getting sprinkled with the real thing rather than a cup of water.
And here at Wedding Central, we're about to run a zillion errands. Homo Errandus, the errand-running human. In and out of the car, in and out of stores, always with the list in hand. The bible. Crossing things off, blessed relief.
Here we go.