Last weekend, I went to one of the loveliest weddings I’ve ever attended at a place in Sarasota that I never knew existed. My friend Charla got married at The Oaks at Windsong, a tract of green land that’s framed by a gorgeous field (where cows happily graze) on one side and thick woods on the other. It was the most beautiful night; the weather was a cool 70 degrees, white cafe lights were strung up everywhere and the whole evening had a comfortable yet elegant country-rustic feel to it, as you can see from the photos above. The simple ceremony took place near a pond—Charla and Harrison got married on a dock hovering over it, and the guests sat in a semi-circle around the perimeter of the water—and then we moved over to the adjacent reception area for a delicious family-style dinner. (And speaking of, we need to talk about gorgeous carrot cake and the homemade Amish pies that were served for dessert, because I am still thinking about them, days later.)
But my favorite thing about the venue was that it didn’t even feel like we were in Florida. I think people automatically think of Siesta Key Beach when they hear the word “Sarasota,” and this was totally the opposite of that. After living here for more than six years, I love that this city still surprises me with places like The Oaks at Windsong; I’m thinking that many drives out east are in my future this autumn.
No links this week, but I’ll see you guys back here on Monday. Have a great weekend.
1. The reception area. 2. That carrot cake. 3. Me and my friend Cindy (I’m wearing my Camilyn Beth dress!). 4. Menu—“pie, pie, pie.” 5. Said pies—glorious. 6. The head table with a sparkling chandelier. All photos by me, taken with Instagram.