Weddingbee Blog

It’s true. I heart trees a LOT. I was not always smitten with the perennial woody plant, though.

I grew up near the coast in Wilmington, North Carolina. We had lots of pine trees.

They were tall and not very pretty, and they dropped a lot of pine needles, which we would have to rake into piles and stuff into big black garbage bags.

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Apparently, some pine trees are pretty. Ours, not so much.

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And this is what pine trees drop on your head. Pine needles. Even the name is painful.

Occasionally while growing up, I would see an old oak tree (you know, in the older, rich part of town, or in a graveyard—spooky!). Or a dogwood tree. Those are pretty cool, too. BUT, it was not until I went to college that I really began my love affair with trees.

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Oh, beautiful trees, how do I love thee! Let me count the ways…

Seriously, I marveled at these trees that not only 1) had actual leaves, but also 2) lovingly rained those crisp leaves down upon me, after 3) they had been so creative as to change those green leaves into an array of amazing fall colors! How thoughtful, I thought!

I walked through enormous piles of leaves between classes. (I’m sure the groundskeepers loved me.) I wrote poems about leaves and trees in my head. And my love affair with fall was officially ON.

We were a happy couple, fall and I, for about twelve years, off and on. (That tends to happen with seasons, and the sporadic-ness of our relationship is no indication of the undying love and devotion we felt for one another.) But then, something happened that threatened our future…

I got engaged. And, as a bride to be, I was faced with my first tough decision: When and where would I choose to marry My One True Love? (Oh, sorry. I’m referring to Mr. Magic here, not fall.)

We could get married in my hometown of Wilmington, I thought. In that case, it would have to be a spring wedding with azaleas, oak trees, and Spanish moss, like this!

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Albeit gorgeous, a spring wedding in Wilmington did not make a whole lot of sense for us. For all intents and purposes, I have lived in Chapel Hill for twelve years. Mr. Magic, even longer—he moved here when he was eight years old. His mother is here, and his brothers too, and most of our friends live here.

PLUS…fall lives here!

I am so excited to get married to the man I love in the season I love. And I really hope that when the big day rolls around, fall is fully underway with all its colors out so we can get some pics like this!

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How did you decide when you would get married? What’s your favorite, or least favorite, season? (My least fave season is winter. It’s cold, it makes my skin dry, and it signifies the end of fall. Sad.)