This cake belongs in an English garden with lots of wildflowers and vines and antique roses and tea-dyed lace dresses and big floppy hats. The bugs and plants will happily eat up all the crumbs I leave behind.
This cake makes me think of the book "Afternoon of the Elves" by Janet Talyor Lisle which I read when I was only 11. It's reminiscent of a girl in boots that are too big who spends all her time building houses for elves out of leaves in her back yard. But now she's all grown up and getting married to an equally elvin man and they are having a simple barefoot wedding in the woods.