Brides and Bouquets At Cedarwood Lodge. Rebecca Raisin

shuffled along, hefting the tree into a corner, her breathing heavy. Amory tried her best to help but toppled on heels she refused to stop wearing. I’d given up weeks ago, I was back to wearing ballet flats for comfort as well as safety. I couldn’t keep tumbling into the arms of innocents and declaring it an accident. Once the tree was in place we stood hands on hips and admired it. The green pop of color brought the lodge alive – I knew it was these touches that would make the brides coming next week sit up and take notice. Cedarwood Lodge was definitely a gorgeous place to spend time, and more importantly, get married!

      “Let’s decorate it!” Isla, said, beaming, her freckled skin luminous with her efforts.

      Even Amory was getting into the Christmas spirit, though she did her best to act indifferent. “I’ll get the box of decorations.”

      Isla’s cheeks were ruddy from the cold, her eyes twinkled with happiness, just like the constellation of stars Micah would buy for her. She’d fallen head over heels for him and things were going well for the lovebirds. They tried to hide their affections but didn’t always succeed, I must have walked in on them kissing a hundred times since they started dating, and it always embarrassed them more than me. I loved love, and gave myself an imaginary pat on the back for playing Cupid with those two.

      Covertly scrutinizing Isla, I did what I did best, I began planning a wedding. I wondered what color bouquet would suit her best (red and ginger bird of paradise flowers that would pop against her white dress, and complement her glorious red mane of hair) what song they’d choose for their first dance (Come away with me, Nora Jones) But I shook the mental preparation away, lest she see my eyes had glazed over and I was lost to the nether world of wedding planning… Not to mention there’d been no actual proposal either. I was getting ahead of myself, it must’ve been the thought of all those brides about to descend, I had weddings on the brain and seeing romance blossom before me, it was impossible not to plan their perfect happily-ever-after.

      Micah trundled in with the second Christmas tree. Though it was twice the size of the other one he had it over his shoulder like it weighed next to nothing and I couldn’t help but laugh as Isla gave him the goggle eyes. “Where would you like this fine specimen?”

      “The ballroom, please.” I said pointing the way, almost giddy over so much wonderful Christmas preparation.

      When Amory came back with decorations we bent to the box, pulling out lengths of tinsel and ornaments. Holding a delicate handmade porcelain angel in her hands Amory said, “I’m only helping if I get to put the angel on top.”

      I clucked my tongue at I weaved the tinsel over the tree. “You are such a child.”

      “You’re only saying that because you wanted to do it.”

      “True,” I laughed. “Lucky there’s two trees.”

      “Before you start bickering about who does what, can we discuss the plan for the expo?” Isla joked, managing to drag her gaze away from Micah. “I want to double-check I haven’t forgotten anything.”

      Amory hugged the angel tight, and said, “Yes, let’s. Team meeting time.”

      Isla had been in the throes of landscaping the tennis courts, but as winter blew in, she had shelved it for another time. There were also plans for volleyball by the lake – we were going to freight in some soft white beach sand but again, winter halted any of those ideas. Due to the arctic weather, and snowfall, Isla had taken on a more fluid role, and had agreed to be the recreation manager for our brides and any guests who booked in over winter.

      “Let’s make coffee and chat,” I agreed as I turned on the dazzling twinkling lights and smiled at our barely dressed tree. There would be time for adding baubles and trinkets, but for now it sparkled with light and tinsel.

      We ambled to the kitchen, calling out for Micah to join us. It was such a comforting space with its big old potbelly stove sitting in the corner like a long lost uncle. I set about making drinks while the trio sat at the table, chatting about the expo and the odd jobs that still needed to be done. We’d been more organized this time, as I’d wanted to avoid any of the big setbacks we’d experienced with the anniversary party we’d planned last month. It was such a relief to be only a week away with most of the bigger jobs accomplished. Everything we needed from Christmas decorations, to tubs of flour and sugar, right down to the Jingle Bells doormat, had been ordered ahead of schedule and delivered already.

      I joined them and once again we tucked into Georges’ festive treats. He was testing them out for the expo and I knew snowman cake pops would be a huge drawcard. Not only did they look utterly festive, they tasted delicious too. Any future Christmas wedding would be remiss not to include them!

      “Right,” said Isla as she took a notebook from her pocket. “So what activities are we focusing on for the expo, and any guests who book in, bearing in mind it’s freezing out.”

      “Sledding.” Amory piped up, cradling her coffee for warmth. “People love bundling up and heading outside and Walter from the hardware store gave the sleds we found in the storeroom the kiss of life.”

      Micah nodded. “They’re painted rocket red and will fly down the slope! I would have killed for one of those when I was a kid, hey, I’d love to go on one now!”

      I grinned, but remembered that these great ideas all came with added admin. “Good idea, but I better check we’re insured for that activity before we advertise it.” I gulped. The paperwork never seemed to end and now I had to add liability insurance on top of the other costs. Safety was our first priority, but I still wanted our guests to have fun.

      Isla read off her list. “What about a snowman competition –”

      “I think snow-people is the correct term,” Amory admonished with a sardonic smile.

      Isla grinned and said in a faux serious tone, “Snow object building, in no particular shape, size, color or sexual orientation. And we will award the loser first place, just to be fair.”

      We all laughed and I was struck by how happy I was here in the snug little kitchen, the snow falling outside, surrounded by friends – both old and new. I nodded for Isla to continue through her list of ideas, it was great she’d taken to the role of recreation manager of Cedarwood Lodge, she was full of initiative and we were lucky to have her.

      “In the evenings we can light the campfire, toast marshmallows and sing songs.” Isla held up a hand. “Before you call me lame, Clio expressly asked for old-school fun and frivolity and nothing screams that more than singing Kumbaya and having the melted charred marshmallow scald the inside of your mouth. Right?”

      There were murmurs of agreement.

      “The ice skates we found in the basement were no good but, again, Walter came to the party and found a supplier with some excess stock quite cheaply priced. We have to pick those up, and then we can offer skating on the lake. Plus we’ve got the indoor activities we’d planned, life drawing, charades, tango lessons… anything else?”

      “The bridal fashion show, that’s going to be spectacular, with bridal gowns, but also bridesmaids’ dresses, and mother-of-bride ensembles. Aunt Bessie has so many donut wedding cake ideas, I really think they’ll garner a lot of interest. There’s also the florist demonstrating different bouquet ideas, and centerpieces for the table. He mentioned some of the blooms were exotic, and quite dazzling in their color palettes.”

      “I can’t wait to see them.” Amory shot a finger up. “Oh, Georges is doing cooking classes. But why don’t we suggest a Christmas themed class? Besides, I think we’ve eaten most of the Christmas cookies and can vouch for how good they are. What do you think, Clio?”

      “Yes! Georges won’t object to being surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls. We’ve got the library, the dance studio, the art room, billiards in the games room. Virtual exercise classes, I think we’re covered. All we really need to do is wow them with what could be if they hire the lodge for their weddings. Show them that their guests would have a fantastic time – that they’d rave