The rabbit patch was blanketed in fog this morning. Fog, like its’ cousin “snow” quiets the world. While there is fog, the world seems hushed, as if it is harboring a secret. The air is as still as it has ever been, rendering the pines living, silvery statues. How elegant the lowly pine looks in fog.
When I was young, the event of fog, was the time to play “hide and seek”. We did not tarry long at the breakfast table, on those days. I can still remember the ghostly appearance of my little sister dashing from one place to another. I was very liable to dance in the fog, during the game of course. I did my best to mock the most graceful ballerinas. I concocted music in my head and twirled around with very elaborate arm movements, which really spoiled the game for the ones hiding. At some point, someone would whistle and I would snap back to the task at hand, of finding the restless children.
Yesterday, I had a change of pace. I attended the wedding of my first cousin, Genas’ daughter. My sister, Delores and niece, Dana came from Raleigh. Mama loaded us all up, and off we went.
What a lovely occasion. The flowers were the palest pink you could imagine and white. Tiny lights were woven in like a twinkling ribbon. My aunt Christine, the grandmother, of the bride, wore a powdery pink dress, which was becoming . She and Mama are the only two left of their original family. Aunt Christine glowed nearly as much as my cousin Gena did. This is the first of Genas’ children to marry. I wondered how she felt, for I knew her heart was full of all sorts of things. The heart of a mother is so very complex and constantly jumbled up with a variety of things all at once, on any given day.
The ceremony was sweet, to say the least. The groom was nearly beaming. The bride came in, and there was the look on his face, of sheer adoration. The bride wafted in like a good fairy. How beautifully she wore her joy.
There they were declaring their love before all of the world. They were the picture of hope and dreams. It touched me deeply to see them, in such a state of bliss. Oh, how I wished good things for them!
Gena was not always the mother of the bride. One time, she was “the baby in the family”. She was a lovely child with sparkling blue eyes and soft honey colored curls. She was always clean and wore pretty little flocks. I was sure she was a doll, It was my first experience with such a little cousin and I remember talking quietly in her presence and having to tame some of my wildness, that came on me in spurts, as a child.
I do not know when Gena grew up but yesterday, she appeared in a dress the color of twilight, her sparkling eyes now, dewy . Somehow, the sight of Gena sleeping in a white bassinet with an airy fabric flowing, has stayed with me all of my life. . .and I remembered it again yesterday.
With today being Sunday, my stove is earning its’ keep. All of the burners and the oven is full of simmering pots. Potatoes, turnips and carrots are at a mad boiling, to be creamed later. Green beans and brunswick stew are cooking now while a wild blueberry cobbler bakes. Chicken and cornbread wait to be fried. The table will be full today, for Delores and Dana will be here . Delores loves cornbread and blueberries especially, hence the heavy menu. Of course, I am “happy as a lark” , though I worry the paint supplies in the corner may spoil the charm of it all. There is also a ladder in the hall.
Somehow, by noon everything was ready. We ate and no one complained about a thing. It is impossible to moan and groan when you are eating a good meal in the company of loved ones, I think. I will say that the cobbler made from wild blueberries was as good as any as I have ever had.
We talked about the wedding. We talked about dogs. We talked about a “fairy ring” in the yard . Dana was especially interested and wanted a picture of it. I was her only supporter in the quest, but when everyone was leaving, all took pictures of it.
Delores and Dana left to go to their home on an island, a few hours south of the rabbit patch. Delores has a son who is college bound in a few shot weeks. It is his first year and what a lot of things to do, to prepare for that. I know that Delores, like cousin Gena, will need to bear the milestone, of a child leaving the nest, as best she can. . .as all mothers do. The summer is not the only the season that is changing.
The afternoon hours were void of obligations and things like boiling pots. Supper is what is left from noon. What nice things the last few days held. What tender moments and lively ones too. . This was no ordinary week end.
This post was magical. Of all the sentences I loved, my favorite was “How beautifully she wore her joy.” The sentence I wanted to taste was about the wild blueberry cobbler. As you said, this was no ordinary weekend. I say you are no ordinary writer.
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thank you sweet Anne. You always make me smile and feel loved. What a dear and precious gift you are. love Michele
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I respond to your gifts, Michele!
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xoxoxo Michele
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Sounds like a busy time. I haven’t been to a wedding in ages! Bet that was fun. I love the idea of your stove full of food and enough left after guests have gone home. That makes me fondly remember my grandmas, who always cooked more than enough to feed large families. Love how you describe the fog. In this house, the fog comes often, as we are near the river.
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I had not been to a wedding either in a very long time. You are going to love that river nd it could not happen to a nicer person. love Michele
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You. Spoil. Me. I’ve got to get blogging again so we can chit chat!!
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I have missed you, but you have had so much going on! When you are settled, we will catch up and I can’t wait!
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I can’t wait, too!!
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A beautiful post dear Michele! Lovely descriptions and imagery !!! (I wouldn’t mind seeing the picture of the fairy ring 🙂 Sending love and light your way, Amira ❤
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I will post them, I had planned to, but no one sent a picture and I asked everybody! haha! thank you friend! love Michele
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You make a busy, busy weekend sound beautiful and dreamy. I loved this post it gave calmed me and brought wonderful memories to the front of my mind. Hugs. xo
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awwh thank you. It was busy, but it was also sweet. love Michele
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The pictures you painted with your tender words, Michele, brought such wistfulness to my Heart. How I wish for that young couple all the JOY they so richly deserve and that life itself is easy with them. Thank you for this brief respite away from my busy morning. Beautifully written, dear friend. Bless you! 😘
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and your pictures, give me words! we are a goodpair! Thank you for your kind comment and sweet wishes for the couple! love Michele
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Wonderful!
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thank you dear Jennie
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You are welcome, Michele.
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Left overs! Both from the previous dinner and memories..You just can’t get any better. Prayers for the newly wed and the mother too. Of course that is why we have them ..to grow up strong ,in the Lord, and stand up to face the world….with a lot of family back up.
I do enjoy the foggy misty mornings. They are magical and when the sun make her appearence you just want to sing….The hills (or fields in my case) are alive with the sound of music. xoxo
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An other busy magical time you shared with us,thank you sweet Michele
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thank you so much! You have been busy too! love Michele
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And it is not over 😳
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What a lovey description of a family wedding! Nothing makes us realize the passage of time more than the wedding of someone we knew as a baby, but it also makes us grateful for the gift of a family that is constantly changing and growing. Lovely post, Michele!
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Ann, you are so right. It seems a lifetime ago that my cousin was the baby, yet I remember it so well. Oh time is a mystery. ! thank you Ann=love Michele
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A FAIRY RING! I want to see one more than anything! How lovely! Your beginning part there about the fog was pure MAGIC, Michele. Just gorgeous. Your food…oh my. So delicious sounding! ❤ My sister got married last month and it was very lovely, also. Our longtime friend from Alabama came up and did the flowers and catering.
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the fairy ring is lovely and I hope to post a pic of it. That was a special weekend. Weddings are so sweet and huge milestones . I had not been to a wedding in a long time as Jenny and Will eloped! (though we all knew it). haha! thank you dear and may you find a fairy ring! love Michele
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P.S. I love your charming clipart. It fits so well…reminds me of Susan Branch’s little art on her blog. ❤ LOVE it.
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thank you-one day I hope to do my own. Glad to get some feedback love and blessings
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Such a lovely, family weekend.
Sharing joy and wonderful celebrations.
x
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