The gardener carefully placed the berry and his family around the base of the cake, which was a giant pale pink tower with roses the color of the berry at each edge. Izzadora hummed a quiet song and as she did so a drop of water fell onto the strawberry. He gazed up into the pale blue sky with only wisps of bright white clouds and saw no hint of rain. That was when he realized the gardener was crying very slightly and trying to make sure no one noticed. She was sad at a very happy occasion and the berry wanted to know why. How to ask the gardener seemed a question best answered with help so the strawberry asked a rose lying above him if it had any idea how to help a crying woman. The rose, being a rose after all, knew much of weeping women but not knowing why the gardener was so upset it had no clues as to helping her.
At the reception the berry watched the gardener longingly gaze out at the groom. Her face brightening every single time the groom would look her way. The strawberry felt badly for the gardener, after all life should be treated like a berry blossom and carefully tended to and raised until it became a berry. It could not just happen on its own. The berry thought of discussing the gardener’s predicament with his other berries but they tended to be more pessimistic than he so the berry doubted they would be of much help.
The gardener sat at her table all night without saying a word to anyone but finely as the stars came out and the crickets filled the air with music so load it almost drowned out the 7 piece orchestra the groom, dressed in a light summer-weight black suit with a lupine hanging on his jacket, walked over to the gardener and smiled at her. The strawberry thought he looked over-confident for a man approaching his gardener but what did the berry know of men anyhow. The berry wanted to know what was said but it was too far for him to hear.
It happened so suddenly that the berry wanted to hide behind a large rose petal, but did not. The groom, looking upset, pulled the strawberry’s gardener into a dark corner. When they came of the shadows the gardener was smiling and the groom looked more serious than a bell pepper staring down a wild rabbit. The berry thought something important was happening but before he could understand what it was a little girl with pale curls and a pink face grabbed him from the tall pink cake and ran off to the rocky coast to share with her friend. The fate of the gardener was to remain a mystery for some time after all.