Last Weekend in a Busy May

Today was a friend's birthday
and we spent the day with a basket
lunch, tea, went downtown to an
urban rose garden ( picked up the
newlywed spur of the moment to get
him out of the office ~~ tax
deadline is June 15th, so long hours)
and to a used bookstore.
God blessed us with perfect
books ~~ she had come to my class to talk
on Sir Walter Scott and everytime we
got together to a used bookstore there
is something on him. You know he's not
exactly well-known today! The book is
from his memoirs and letters organized
by subjects. My great find was two
Shakespeare plays ( Henry V and Othello)
in an acting version and the full version.
God keeps me homeschooling in those
provisions!

Graduations tomorrow of friends
Emma is singing in the Teen Choir
from church at a retirement home
and in worship on Sunday.
Hope summer comes with it's
long peaceful days!

The Weekend Before the Wedding

The Prom was the weekend before
the wedding for our 4th son, Gordan.
There was a photo taking party before-
hand for the group from this private
school in a beautiful home. My son
is homeschooled and this prom was
down at the Panther's Stadium Ballroom!
Fun, fun, fun..........


My neighbor Leann's hair done in braids
and twisted up. She and Emma grew up
together. They are 7 years apart and claim
each as sisters! Sort of a
Wendell Berry kind of story!

And Leann introduced these two:
well, first THE WHITE SHOES







Evan's white Italian leather "Tom Wolfe"
shoes on Gordan.........
also Evan's suit on Gordan!



Alex arrives!!

Family

"When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy-tale." - Heretics, G.K. Chesterton






Mr and Mrs........!!




At the Rehearsal Dinner



Counting to the right with the groomsmen:
Evan, Gordan, Ryan Nelson ( cousin) Brad,
Best Man Brandon Turner , then Samuel
the ring bearer and Bryan. ( 4 are our sons)

From the LEFT: Emily , My Emma , Flower
Girl Grace, my neice) , Kathryn ( Maid of Honor
and sister of the bride) and the bride: Ashley










My 6 brothers , including my twin, and
my sister! ( me in the plum with shoes off!)
We are in chronological order like a timeline!

Take a look at the church

My dear friend who loves to
see glimpses of beauty in a hem-
line or a rose petal , took these
on Saturday at the wedding.

More are coming that we took.
Awesome photographers at the
wedding so I can't wait to see
those. Today I took a nap!

The Wedding

On to the Wedding

We all head up to Winston Salem
tomorrow for the Bridesmaid's
Luncheon and Rehearsal and Rehearsal
Dinner. Then at 2:00 on Saturday ,
Bryan's bride will walk down the aisle
to meet him and take vows.

Wendell Berry moments

We drove down the windy street
to our street today that use to have
horse farms. Suburbia is spreading
and the cows and horses are gone!
An older man decked in a sunhat ,
waved to us at his mailbox. I told Gordan
he probably would be fun to sit
on the porch with and hear his stories.
A man like Wendell Berry. Gordan knew
what I meant having read Berry's essays.
We talked a bit about what that generation
has in tradition and the stories of change
that man could tell us.

Later I called
Lexington where BBQ is famous to
order for Sunday's After Wedding Gathering.
She said to me:" Hold on Sweetie" as she
got her ordering pad. A sweet southern voice
tells you they have the best BBQ in the world.
Who else would say Sweetie to a complete
stranger! My sister-in-law said to this city
girl : OH you don't have to give them much
time. You know it's in a log cabin sort of
building. We could go up there Sunday and
they would have what we need.


The Country of Marriage
by Wendell Berry

VII.

I give you what is unbounded, passing from dark to dark,
containing darkness: a night of rain, an early morning.
I give you the life I have let live for the love of you:
a clump of orange-blooming weeds beside the road,
the young orchard waiting in the snow, our own life
that we have planted in the ground, as I
have planted mine in you. I give you my love for all
beautiful and honest women that you gather to yourself
again and again, and satisfy--and this poem,
no more mine than any man's who has loved a woman.

Wendell Berry