When it came time for engagement photos, everything seemed to fall into place. Our photographer found us at just the right moment, and within forty-eight hours we found ourselves walking through the gardens of Parkwood for a steamy August afternoon.

We’ve always loved this place – the picnics, walking around with Henry, and pretending like we owned the place (manifesting). Over the years, we’ve come to know its corners and gardens, from the enchanting sunken garden where Taylor’s parents once shared their vows, the glasshouse glow and the Italian garden – a favourite that never disappoints.

As we wandered the grounds it felt more like a love letter to the city where we built our life together. As we get ready to begin a new chapter, it’s a memory we’ll keep close… one last warm afternoon in the right place, caught in full bloom.