A trail of rose petals through swirling fabrics leads you into an enchanted forest. A magical forest, among moss, wild flowers and old sparkling chandeliers in the trees. With small brown paper bags with candy for everyone, floral filled pottery, a thick lawn for barefoot feet, fragrant hay bales to sit on under the old oak. And when the evening falls 298 glass jars (yes, I dropped two of them) lights up in the trees.
Yes, pretty much that romantic was this day. A true Midsummer Night Dream.