Remaining upbeat, the set-up crew warmed up a little with cups of coffee from West Barnstable’s Old Village Store around the corner. When the groom’s mother made a quick stop there for refills, the owner gave her a positive weather forecast. “Don’t worry,” he said after learning she was part of the bridal party for the big tent on Route 6A.“The wind is going to switch around to the southwest after lunch, the sun will come out—it’s going to be a beautiful day!”
Sipping hot coffee under the tent, the crew began to notice a slightly brightening sky. The groom’s mother and the bride’s parents—all year rounders—stayed cheerful, knowing the weather can turn in a heartbeat on Cape Cod.
The tent was a bright spot of personal touches—bold dahlias in every color of the rainbow from the mother of the bride’s gardens glowed in nests of Hinoki cypress and juniper on each table, gathered from the groom’s great great grandmother’s yard in Centerville. At each place setting, soft linen napkins made by the bride and her mom over the previous summer held hand-stamped seed packets with the bride and groom’s names, filled with wildflower seed.
At the bridal party table, two yellow wooden chairs for the bridal couple—antiques refurbished and painted by the bride’s father—waited for bouquets from family gardens. The hard-working crew included aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends from both sides of the family. There was lots of love under the tent.
On her way to get dressed, the groom’s mother stopped at his house in West Barnstable. After a quick hug, the groom asked his mom if she could “get rid of this cloud cover,” while waiting for a breakfast cooked by a childhood friend and one of his ushers. He had nicked himself shaving and was trying to stop the bleeding before his 1 p.m. wedding at the West Barnstable Parish Church around the corner.