My husband proposed to me during peak foliage, 1982. It was on October 16, 8 days after my 18th birthday. He drove me to an off-the-road spot by a gorgeous little stream. We had a picnic (although, because it was COLD, we sat in the hatchback of his Renault R5 “LeCar” with the back seat down, hatch up). When I accepted his proposal, he walked to the edge of the stream, where he had used a bottle of champagne chilling (tethered to the shore by a wire). It was beautiful, and perfect.
My husband proposed to me during peak foliage, 1982. It was on October 16, 8 days after my 18th birthday. He drove me to an off-the-road spot by a gorgeous little stream. We had a picnic (although, because it was COLD, we sat in the hatchback of his Renault R5 “LeCar” with the back seat down, hatch up). When I accepted his proposal, he walked to the edge of the stream, where he had used a bottle of champagne chilling (tethered to the shore by a wire). It was beautiful, and perfect.