Ceremony and reception, connected by a sun drenched dirt road and shaded brook that traverse Warwick Mountain. Freshly picked flowers. Local brew from Tatamagouche on ice. Handfuls of richly hued chanterelles picked from the surrounding woods. A four legged friend and a new addition to the family. An exchange of vows, the ringing of church bells. Hugs & handshakes, followed by a stroll through the water. An open bar. An open home. Laughter and tears over stories told and a roaring campfire to quell those open sky evening temperatures. As a Haligonian I love Halifax weddings, but it is nice to step away from the city and experience the richness of rural Nova Scotia. A wedding for the record books - one I’ll never forget.
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