17 January, 2012

First Wedding

She called and told us of their plans for a small, intimate wedding in the North Georgia Mountains. She had seen our web-site and liked what she saw. There would be the two of them, the official, and if witnesses were needed, us.  This was to be the first wedding at Chancey Hill Inn and we wanted to help commemorate it.

I asked and she told me that her dress was blue. Somewhere between navy and royal. Armed with this info, I called and ordered the tiny, exquisite cake ( a gift from us ) from a local bakery.  Because it was early October, there was still a bouquet's worth of fanciful mountain wildflowers and other bounties from Mother Nature.  A nosegay was fashioned because in my exalted opinion, every bride should carry flowers. 

On the morning of the wedding day he and she left the inn directly after breakfast for a sightseeing adventure. This gave us the chance to ready our little gazebo for the role of wedding altar . While Ma Nature cooperated with flowers, the wind was a different matter.  As I tried to drape the bright and beautiful Indian saris from the gazebo's rafters, they were whipped away and carried down the hill. After my third trip down the ladder and then the hill to retrieve yards of fabric, Plan B was formulated and put into play. I could only loop the saris on the nails used for gazebo Christmas lights. Not exactly the look I'd had in mind but a look all the same.

The appointed wedding time was 5:00 PM.  With the bride and groom dressing for the event, a chilly drizzle began. Although I thought it impossible, the wind kicked-up more.  We were talking of moving things inside, when just at 5:00, the clouds parted and that silver-gray and white, with just a little sunlight, filtered through. It was gorgeous!  He and she were gorgeous and so were those sorry saris. The service was simple and dear.  We toasted with the great bubbly he and she kindly shared with us. I only hope that he and she had as much fun at their wedding as I did.

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