Last week my Englishman and I stopped weeding to wed. A moment in time to pause, reflect, celebrate the adventures that have led us this far and to toast those we are yet to imagine.
We are not much into fuss nor the grandiose. We chose a small family gathering surrounded by love, laughter and the mad creations that overflow from the kitchen and workshop.
Together as conscious consumers and slightly mad creatives, we were determined to do things our way – upcycled, repurposed, homegrown and handmade, in our backyard just metres from the veggie patch.
To set the scene: we had immediate family and around 300 cows – our two legged guests were seated on wooden ‘pews’ made from fence railings; vows were exchanged under a roughly assembled arch made from last autumn’s walnut tree prunings; bunting fluttered in the country breeze keeping the 31 degree heat at bay. The four legged variety that hovered by the fenceline soon wandered off for milking.
The theme was simple: flowers were hydrangea, a rural ‘norm’ gracing roadsides pretty in purples and blues in summer; a grazing platter stocked enough to feed a small village found a home on homemade wooden platters resting on a homemade trestle table; a fruit tree was planted to mark the day; the getaway vehicle was our trusty John Deere; guests played croquet, drank G&Ts and ate cucumber sandwiches (homegrown, crusts off) while we had photos in the garden.
Dinner was buffet style catered by me with as many homegrown inclusions as practically possible and eaten from homemade picnic tables. The 1963 stereogram was in full swing on the deck, marshmallows were toasted and ghost stories were shared around the campfire until late.
Ahhhh.
I have so much to share with you, from menu items to DIY how-to, to craft ideas…you get the picture. I will link them here. In the meantime, here’s a snippet of our day.
