Pies. (13 of them. 12 for the wedding, and one to enjoy for breakfast the day of the wedding. It just so happened that the groom came by and was able to start his very special day with pie.)
Next, pies on the pie stand. (Made by — and borrowed from — a local blacksmith. I’m not sure if you can see this detail in these photos, but the mathematical symbol for pi is etched into each foot of the stand.)
The peaches were local to the wedding, and the apples came directly from the wedding site.
This was a particularly beautiful wedding — perhaps because of its intimate connection to place, and, I think, because of all the extra specialness that comes from offering so many people the opportunity to give meaningful work in celebration of dear friends.
An early morning shot of the view most of the way down the mountain (and about 40 minutes into a 14 hour drive on Sunday). And now I’m home, mostly recovered, and trying to get work done before I head off on yet another research trip next week. Stay tuned for more pictures of Agnes!
barefoot rooster 
What pretty pies! The whole weekend looks gorgeous, and your pies look so professional.
The pies look amazing! You’re a pie goddess. Nice job!
That is a lot pie and a very long drive back.
Looks like fun!
My, oh my! So much pie!
This looks amazing! What a great idea. Paul’s friend had his wedding at his in-laws’ hobby farm outside Madison last year (complete with horses), and it was a similarly wonderful, meaningful wedding — they did the pie thing, too! Also, the favors were little jars of jam (made by the bride’s mom), and the beer truck served only WI beer.
BTW, that kitchen looks awesome! But 14 hours of driving… ugh. I’m impressed.