Thursday, October 2, 2014

A sight of the site

The fresh flowers arrived this morning. Pick up for the tuxedos is this afternoon. Tomorrow is the rehearsal and dinner.This is where the ceremony will take place.

Under construction
Photo by J. Harrington

Tieing up loose ends
Photo by J. Harrington

The Bride and Groom's view (minus people)
Photo by J. Harrington

Home made microphone stand
Photo by J. Harrington

Now I think it's time to grovel and plead with Mother Nature about the weather. Perhaps Jane Kenyon can join us in spirit Saturday.

Briefly It Enters, Briefly Speaks

By Jane Kenyon 
I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper....

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . . .

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . . .

I am the heart contracted by joy. . . .
the longest hair, white
before the rest. . . .

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . . .

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .

I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name. . . .

Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.