Sunday, July 17, 2011

Fields of Flowers

We attended the beautiful wedding of some dance friends over the weekend.

The ceremony took place on the grounds of the bride’s family farm, where her parents grew vegetable crops prior to their retirement last year. In honor of the wedding, her father plowed over the front field and planted thousands and thousands of poppies. We walked for ten minutes, surrounded by flowers, before we passing through the apple and pear orchard, and seating area for the ceremony. It was breathtaking.

Poppies grow so tall. They made me think about how Dorothy and her friends fell asleep in the field of poppies in the Wizard of Oz. (We also privately giggled that perhaps they should grind up the poppies for opium/heroin to fund the wedding. Or dry them? Or dry the seeds and then grind them up? Whatever it is that you’re supposed to do – clearly I wouldn’t be an effective drug producer.)

We were the first of our friends to have children, and I hadn’t realized how much it had isolated us. We were reunited with several other couples, all of us now parents, and reveled in an evening-long conversation without interruptions by small people, even though we mostly talked about the kids anyway.

Little bags of poppy seeds (the tiny black dots among the shredded paper) to take home and plant. Good memories, lovely blooms, cash crop! Just kidding.

In wedding-related news, check out this wedding gown that was made from the parachute that saved the groom's life in WWII. (Thanks for the link, FourthBreakfast!)

3 comments:

Bob said...

How pretty, what a spectacle.
Good to have time to enjoy to scenery and smell the roses- I meant poppies.

Anonymous said...

Lovely. What a nice gesture from the Father of the Bride

mayberry said...

How beautiful - what an amazing thing to do for a wedding!