Yesterday I went to visit friends in Cedar Mountain, a little beyond Brevard. It was misting rain and the early autumn color sang out against the grey skies and remaining greens.
My friend's house is very much in the woods, a place of hushed silence and solemn stilll -- except for times like yesterday with five women, laughing around the lunch table, exchanging stories.
My favorite was the story of the wedding reception in a private home -- an older house where the drains had backed up just before the wedding began.
And as the reception got under way, into the midst of the elegantly attired guests and wedding party there appeared a plumber, wearing a tee shirt with words S__T HAPPENS.
A moment to treasure.
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Monday, October 5, 2009
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