Yesterday, we attended a wedding outside in the backyard under the citrus trees next door. The weather was nice, not too hot yet with a little breeze, perfect for an outdoor event. The people getting married were two former marrieds ready to tie the knot again. It started with a nice buffet of an egg casserole (delicious), fruit salad, nuts, and various sweet buns and cake-like bread accompaniments and attended by about thirty-forty friends and family of the principals.
As soon as everyone had filled their desire for food, the music was stopped and the ceremony commenced with the pastor (or preacher, bishop, reverend, father, brother) standing with the two under a sign on a tree that read "The knot-tying tree." By the way, the tree trunks, which are normally painted white to protect the bark from the sun, were painted with added black polka dots, the theme of the party. My great-grandson said they look like cows. Where was I? Oh, yes, the man of the cloth read off the where's and what-for's to the bride and groom, and the bride and groom read off their vows to each other, and the preacher pronounced them man and wife.
The Groom kissed the Bride and the music started up again with a slam bang song sung by the old cowboy himself, Gene Autry, "Back in the Saddle Again," which I thought was quite appropriate. The champagne was poured and the party really commenced. We went on home and my wife said, "Nice little ceremony," to which I said "Uh-huh."