This was one busy weekend. Saturday, D and I drove down to Charlottesville for a R. and S.'s wedding. The couple are Indian, and their wedding officiant said theirs was the most traditional South-Indian wedding he'd ever done. Everything - from the chairs, to the umbrellas protecting against the sun, to the guests' saris - was vibrantly colorful. The bride, decked in red, gold, and loaded with jewelry, henna, and fresh flowers, was breathtaking. Between various prayers, customs, and games (yes, games! Like, see how quickly the bride and groom can throw rice on each other...beyond fun), the ceremony alone was over three hours; fortunately, it's customary to mill about. Guests roamed the grounds, and eventually moved their chairs to the shade on the periphery of the ceremony. The whole thing was wonderfully informal. Plus, there was an endless supply of fresh juice set up in back - we're talking guava, mango and spicy green mango, watermelon, you name it - and, of course, plenty of chai tea. The wedding took place at Castle Hill Cider, a winery with a gorgeous barn overlooking hills and a pond. There are many worse things to do than roam those beautiful grounds, drink fresh juice and chai, and watch a happy couple get married. It was a memorable day.
Sunday morning, bright and early, I headed out to the 'burbs with my dad and our friends J. and B.'s kid A. to pick some berries. It was sweltering - especially in those strawberry fields, which get absolutely no shade - but we stuck it out, and I came home with 3 pounds of sour cherries, 3 of strawberries, and a big tupperware of beautiful, sweet blueberries.
The blueberries were the easiest to pick by far. There were plenty of them, and they grew on bushes about waist height. Every bush was loaded with plump, ripe specimens, which we happily popped into our buckets.
Cherries were harder: most of the trees were picked over. Fortunately, they had a ladder in one of the fields, so we climbed into the trees and picked beautiful, gem-red cherries from the top branches.
By the time we rolled around to strawberries, we were pretty beat. But the berries - wow. They tasted like hot jam. We nibbled a couple, drank a lot of water, and soldiered on. The spoils were worth every minute.