Each season at Mitchell Grove carries its own kind of beauty. In spring, the grass grows thick and green and the apple trees are filled with new fruit. Summer brings longer days, laughter under the lights, and the hum of celebration. By fall, the light turns golden and the redwoods drop their needles like quiet confetti.
When I was younger, fall was my favorite — it felt golden and wise, like an ending and an opening at once, a moment quietly pregnant with possibility. Now that I’m older, I find myself drawn to the freshness of spring, to beginnings, to the hope that fills the orchard when the blossoms start to open.
The seasons at Mitchell Grove move like that too — a living backdrop for both the weddings and the lives that unfold here.