Thirty
The weather couldn’t be more perfect. A warm afternoon sun hangs in a clear sky, illuminating the forest floor with shafts of golden light. The trees are dressed in an autumn palette of reds, oranges, golds and yellows more beautiful than anything I could ever paint. Leaves drift to the ground like confetti. Glass jars of glow-bugs hang from branches. At the center of the scene is a simple pavilion with slim branches woven into a domed canopy. Vines with tiny cream flowers twist around the structure, and petals of the same color are sprinkled over the ground. On one side of the pavilion, family and friends are seated on rows of simple wooden benches.
This wedding was pulled together in record time, and the organizers—Tilly and Raven—did a spectacular job. The scene isn’t quite as
