My impaitence with my camera resulted in only a partial view of this wedding, but with an uncanniness that is apropos for all hallows’ eve.

The vision for the wedding came to the mother of the bride’s best friend in a dream:

Masses of red roses and purple grapes.

We happily  took our marching orders and got crates and crates of concord grapes from Mick Klug at Green City. There is nothing better than wild, sweet fragrance of local, concord grapes in fall. The smell filled the room, overpowering that of the garden roses. Garlands of champagne grapes also hung from the larger arrangements with nine varieties of red roses wreathed in plum and diablo ninebark foliage.