The wedding was held on the grounds of the Darrow School, the site of one of the oldest Shaker settlements in the area. The day was a rarefied one, the views were breath-taking. The guests were a mix of young and old, from infants to a few nonagenarians. Friends and family were involved in every process - an aunt made the cake, a friend forged their rings. Love flowed -- you could almost put your hand out and touch it. The bride, accompanied by both her parents, was piped in. That, of course, had me weeping in the pews. My friend, M, a writer and poet, read a poem she wrote for her daughter. I think it took everything C had to keep from bawling. I didn't need restraint, so I bawled. Thank goodness my pew-mate had tissues.
I didn't get to stay for the dancing - there were sheep, dogs, and goats to feed and chickens to lock up for the night. But I had a marvelous time and met some completely outstanding women from New Mexico (M lived there for many years) who, I am sure, added some whee-ha to the party!
Here are a few pictures.
|M with the ring bearer and brother.|
|Directions to all the important places.|
|Hank, the Best Dog, watching C approach.|
|The bride and family|
|M taking it all in.|