A September Wedding

A few scenes from my nephews September wedding at The Wild Rose in Arlington.

 

 

The tall vases had inverted gladiolas wrapped in submersible lights to support their centerpieces.

 Half of the table top centerpieces were low and surrounded by a drift of coral rose petals.

 The head table was a simple garland of ivy, ruscus, and crystal sprays, leaving plenty of room for the bridal parties bouquets.

 A flower girl bouquet.

 The Brides bouquet. White freesia with David Austin roses accented with a touch of sparkling crystals tucked into the heart of each bloom

 This would be me installing the arbor bouquet.  My granddaughter, Kateryna was acting as our company photographer that day.  She did a great job.

 Mission complete!

 The aisle decor was a simple nosegay of babysbreath slipped into a sparkling cone hand crafted by the bride herself.  A dusting of rose petals and a sweep of white organza completed the look.

 A close up of a bridesmaids bouquet.

 Party time in the reception tent.

Formal wedding photography by Carmylees Photography.
A bridesmaid with her bouquet.  And, of course, the DRESS.

 Aisle decor, and a cluster of bridesmaids.

 A few private moments pre ceremony.

 More photos taken by some of the grooms family.  Thank you Grace and Toni!

A most glamorus flower girl.

The handsome ringbearers.

 The lovely bride escorted by her proud father.

Not a dry eye in the...garden..

 A sweetly personal ceremony

 Promises made..

 and  a kiss to seal the deal.

 The bride and groom with their parents...and a full moon rises like a blessing on their wedding reception.

The grooms family

 The romance of a first dance under the starry skies.

From the Garden to the Flower shop

One of my wire services hosts a monthly competition, this month the theme for the Cooler Competition (as it is called) was to pull some type of foliage from outside the flower shop and use it in a bouquet.  It could be from anywhere outside.  The flower garden down the street, the tree outside the window, where ever.  I am very fortunate that I have a plethora of choices when it comes to both foliage and flowers when I walk outside my door.

 Everything in the bouquet shown above was plucked, trimmed, yanked or cut from the flower garden in front of the shop, the window boxes on my sidewalk, the field across the street, or the woods next door. 

It was like a treasure hunt.  I found fall blooming crocus in the flower bed, along with heather, the last buddelia of the season, spanish lavender, crocisima pods, and clematis pods.  The abandoned field across the street yielded wild sweet peas, oregano (I know, who would have guessed), a few stems of wild grasses  and black berries (no surprise there), the flower pots had geraniums and petunias.  From the overgrown woods in the lot next door I found what looks like pink yarrow but I know that it is not and some kind of lovely mauve flower that I have no name for.  And of course, more black berries.  I had to fight the spiders for the blackberries but I won that battle.