By Samantha Bennett Granted, this is a strange time to write about weddings.
Most weddings happen in the spring, like bronchitis.
But I happen to think it shows a lot of imagination to get married at some time other than June, and some of the loveliest weddings I've been to have been crowned with autumn leaves or sprigged with holly. Of course, all of the loveliest weddings I've been to have had an open bar. The wedding that inspired me to take up the subject happened recently in Washington, D.C., but I enjoyed it anyway. Washington is a strange town, and I was foolish enough to go there in my car. I had maps, of course, but Washington scoffs at your puny maps.