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A farm-to-table vineyard wedding at Farmstead brought Riza and Derek and thirty-two guests to Long Meadow Ranch in St. Helena in November 2022 — an apple-orchard ceremony, a floral lasso looped around them both, and a long family-style dinner out on The Lawn. The ranch grows what it serves, and that working farm sat in the background of the whole day.
It started at the hotel and ended around a fire pit with s'mores. In between came vineyard rows and fruit trees, a first look before anyone else arrived, and a dinner made from the ranch's own gardens.
Riza's hair and makeup came together at the hotel, Nicolette Lafranchi doing the work, and then the dress went on — a sleeveless gown with a deep-V lace bodice, floral appliqué, and a soft tulle A-line skirt that caught the wind when she moved. She wore her dark hair in loose curls with a small crown of flowers set into it, and carried a bouquet from Berry and Bloom of white roses, ranunculus, baby's breath, and trailing eucalyptus.
Then came the short drive to St. Helena, Farmstead's vineyard rows coming into view from the road. Derek and Riza did a first look on the property before the guests arrived, out with the vines behind them, a few quiet minutes alone in the November light before the aisle carried the rest of the day.
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The ceremony was at Apple Meadow, thirty-two wooden folding chairs set in short rows under the fruit trees, the orchard heavy overhead and the garden beds nearby thick with bright orange Mexican sunflowers. Derek walked in first with the wedding party — one groomsman in tan, the others in grey — then the flower girl in a sage-green tulle dress and red glasses, then the bridal party in green and rust, and Riza came last. Andy, a friend of the couple ordained for the day, led them through a unity ceremony with a floral lasso, a loop of white blooms tied around Riza and Derek together.
They walked back out through a shower of petals, the wedding party close on either side. Then they handed Riza's bouquet to Derek's mom and slipped away for a few quiet minutes. Apple Meadow is one of five ceremony spots on the Long Meadow Ranch property, and it gives a ceremony its own room of grass and old fruit trees, away from the road and the main building.
“A floral lasso of white blooms, looped around them both under the apple trees at Farmstead.”
A cocktail hour followed while family portraits happened around the property, and the couple stayed out for golden-hour portraits while guests found their seats. Riza's grandparents pulled her in close, a kiss on the cheek from each side. On a wine barrel near the bar sat a lei of white orchid-like flowers looped over the wood, with low arrangements of white roses and eucalyptus beside it.
Farmstead opened in 2010 in a former nursery barn on Long Meadow Ranch, and it cooks from what the ranch grows — organic produce from its own gardens, grass-fed beef, honey, and olive oil — which put the vineyard rows and the fruit trees in the background of every portrait. Thirty-two guests at a working Napa farm is the size where cocktail hour actually feels like a party: everyone knows at least half the room, and there is space enough for all of them to find each other.
Dinner was out on The Lawn, one long table dressed in white linen with gold-toned bentwood chairs, low white centerpieces down the middle, tall patio heaters standing between the settings and string lights overhead against the November dark, the vineyard just past the grass. The courses came family-style. Andy announced the couple in, and the toasts spaced out between the salads and the entrees, parents and friends taking turns while the plates went around.
Riza and Derek had their first dance to "Forever," then cut the cake, a chocolate cheesecake with white icing and florals on top. As the night wound down, the fire pit was lit and s'mores came out. The ranch went quiet around the thirty-two of them, the darkness sitting past the vineyard rows, and no one was in any hurry to be the first to leave.