Sunday afternoon we walked over to the Bodley-Bullock house, corner of Second and Mill, for a wedding in the garden. The world sang in color, after days (weeks) of grey. Yellow light, blue and white sky above blue and white garden, on a canvas of green boxwood and grass.
After hours in the cool/warm sun, we walked home at the pace of spring, so slowly a neighbor emailed to say he took inspiration from our pace. I responded:
Marriage and weddings aren't my cup of tea, usually, but we got sun drunk from sitting outside in perfect warm/cool weather in the pretty garden at Bodley Bullock. The couple exchanged sweet homemade vows under a honeysuckle bush, with the bride's brother (a poet) officiating. Just as James offered a ring to Amy, a dove lit on a power line overhead and sang a few piercingly sweet notes. All without benefit of a wedding planner.
He said something like "You need a blog..."
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