On a beautiful fall weekend, at the gorgeous Home Hill Inn in sleepy Plainfield NH, some really lovely people tied the knot. The horses were playful, the sun was brilliant, there was not an ounce of humidity, and man...the flowers were pretty.
...I'm totally obsessed with this lace from the 30's. It's as soft and delicate as you can get.
I could have talked to those two ponies for hours...but I'm pretty sure all the really cared about was if they were going to get apples or not.
note to self: red garden roses=magic