Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wedding in the woods
It was a little like "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Except it was fall, and in the afternoon.
Guests traversed a steep hill to go deep into the woods for the ceremony.
Countless hay bales were set up for seating. How they got them all down there, I'll never know.
There's my newly-ordained son in pre-game. He said later the nerves kicked in as soon as he opened his mouth. (He ended up doing an admirable job.)
Finally, the wedding march begins. Bridesmaids in cream-colored mini-dresses and boots.
The bride and FOB in formal attire, looking down so they wouldn't fall.
A ritual of poetry, blessings, a tree planting and fairy dust.
Afterward, a reception in a big white tent and open air barn, built on the bride's parents' property for the occasion. Check out the old brick floor. Good times.
Carol Starr Schneider
I'm kvelling on your behalf. Your son, the preacher-man, via the Internet.
October 18, 2010 at 11:04 AM
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