Winery Wedding

Kate and Tony planned their wedding day with glee and anticipation, relishing thoughts of welcoming their friends and family traveling from near and far, low-pressure ways to include their tiny nephews in the festivities (spoiler alert: they called them the Little Buds! ::faints with cuteness::), dreaming of details that would be special and memorable for all.

The couple chose flowers that both reflected the palette of the New England autumn and harmonized with Kate’s blush gown and Tony’s blue suit…

Black Magic and Shimmer roses, scarlet astilbe, viburnum berries, and scabiosa pods wrapped in linen ribbon; Kate’s grandmother’s watch was her “Something Old.” Photo by (Once Like A Spark) Photography

Tony’s boutonniere is echeveria, viburnum berries, and scarlet astilbe. Photo by (Once Like A Spark) Photography

The flowers and colors accented beautifully against the bridesmaids’ peacock dresses.

Kate’s “bridesman” (her brother!) wore a boutonniere that coordinated with the bouquets of the bridal party.

Tony’s groomsmen all sported succulent boutonnieres…

…while the Little Buds got tiny boutonnieres of their own!

Kate and Tony wanted centerpieces that celebrated their appreciation for fine wine, and was a nod to their gorgeous venue, the 1620 Winery.  The centerpieces were anchored with slices of a tree from Kate’s uncle’s land.

Scarlet amaranth and grapevine garlands enhanced the painted wine bottles. Photo by (Once Like A Spark) Photography

After the ceremony, the bridal party’s bouquets were added to the spectacular field-stone fireplace mantelpiece!

Kate and Tony had a sweetheart table to themselves, where they could sit for a moment and bask in the warm wishes and cheerful toasts from their loved ones.

David Austin roses made a sweet centerpiece for the sweethearts. Photo by (Once Like A Spark) Photography

A wish for the Winery Wedding Couple: may your married life be as warm, happy, and love-filled as your wedding day was!



Why “Thimble Summer”?

When I decided to start a flower business, I was stumped for a name.  My husband suggested I consider names of things or places I’m fond of or that are meaningful to me. I pondered naming it after a favorite dessert, or an iconic image from my former professional field, or for a favorite flower.

But then I started thinking about books, and in a flash, I had it.

One of my favorite books as a child was Thimble Summer by Elizabeth Enright.  It’s a sweet story of a girl named Garnet, living on a farm in Wisconsin in the 1930s, who finds a thimble in a stream at the beginning of a hot summer, and feels sure that it’s a magic talisman.  I must have read it thirty times (more?); so frequently that sometimes anecdotes from the novel feel a little bit like my own memories instead of remembered text.

Did I ever get locked into a library?  Oh, no.  That was Garnet and Citronella… 

Have I had a midnight picnic of pie by the lime kiln?  Oh, no.  That was Garnet’s family and Mr. Freebody, their neighbor.A line drawing of a pie and an old-fashioned coffee pot.

This excerpt near the end of the novel captures its essential sweetness:

Garnet felt pleased.  She…put her hands in her pockets.  She found in one of them the silver thimble that she had brought to show Eric.  She pulled it out and put it on her finger.

“Look Eric,” she said.  “I found this in the river on one of the mud flats that came up during the dry spell.  It’s solid silver and it’s very valuable.  You know why, Eric?” she leaned towards him and said defiantly.  “Because it’s magic, that’s why…Everything has happened since I found it, and all nice things!  As long as I live, I’m always going to call this summer the thimble summer.”

Garnet was very happy. She was so happy, for no especial reason, that she felt as if she must move carefully so she wouldn’t jar or shake the feeling of happiness.

I keep a silver thimble on a shelf above my flower work-bench.  When I see it while working,  I’m reminded of the warmth, charm, and kindness of Thimble Summer, and I take my inspiration there.