Happy 10th Anuvershry To Jessie and Vergil

Ten years ago today these two crazy kids got married in the most whimsical, beautiful, handmade-with-love wedding that anyone has ever seen. Jessie wrote a love letter to her husband and their life together today on Facebook this morning. This picture was part of the post and I love it so. It was taken later on in the evening when the music had truly begun and by then, Jessie was wearing Vergil's tie and their faces wore all the love they felt. 

Another part of the post was this.

 She said that the first thing August did this morning was to get up and go gather art supplies and then shut himself in his room where he made that. He was so proud to give it to his parents. I think his spelling is pretty amazing and so is the fact that the rainbow's colors are in the correct order. 

They did that- Jessie and Vergil made that life with their love and they made Levon too, who is smart as his brother and as funny and determined and full of confidence as anyone could be. 

So that has been beautiful today- thinking of the day Jessie and Vergil got married under the bower that her daddy and Lon made, and everyone ate cake that Lis made, and danced under the decorations that Liz Sparks and sisters put up, to the music that Hank had made a mixed tape for, and drank the beer that Vergil and his friends had made, and the groom arrived by canoe with his groomsmen and Jessie was walked down the aisle by Mr. Moon and me and it all took place on Black Mountain at the camp that Vergil's mom's husband had run for many years. It's where the famous Black Mountain College had been and who knows who had eaten in that very dining hall where there was so much dancing and merriment and rocking of babies? 

The rest of the day has not been easy though. I am not convinced that all is well with my body and indeed, another lab test I'd gotten done showed something that could be something or could be nothing but bottom line is- I'm going to go see Carly again in two weeks. I also made an appointment at the Digestive Disease Clinic (could there be a worse name?)  for my pre-colonoscopy exam and blah, blah, which will be on Monday. Not the colonoscopy, just the appointment. And all of this has just been TOO MUCH although physically, I have had more energy today which is good but I am still having pains, albeit vague and random. 

So I'm going to try to stop talking about any of this because there is nothing to be known at this time although I fear that anxiety may well be discussed on and off. 
On and off if you're lucky. 

It's been a beautiful day. It was supposed to rain all day and there was even some sort of tornado warning but there's not a cloud in sight now and the new green of all the trees is absolutely stunning, especially in the light of the lowering sun to the west. 

Could the light through cathedral windows be any more lovely? What you are looking at is SO north Florida- magnolia grandiflora leaves and palm fronds. 

I did laundry today and took the trash, stopped by the post office and picked up one of my linen dresses which had arrived. 
Sigh. 
Well. It does meet my criteria- it fits in its way, is linen, and has a pocket. Just one but that will do. 
I swept two porches, I cleared the way for Ralph to clean and I am going to have to call Customer Service (haha!) for him because although he did vacuum for awhile today and he is re-charged and I have taken apart and cleaned all of the parts that you can do that for, making sure he had no cat toys or tiny forks in his innards, he will light up and make his beep-beep, but he will not back out of the charger and get back to work. 
So I've put all the rugs back and I've washed some of them so at least that part's done. 
I pulled some weeds and also the row of stunted and bolting arugula that I thought would grow me a second crop but which has not. I picked all the leaves though, that were salad-worthy, have washed them and they are wrapped in a dishtowel in the refrigerator for our supper. I also picked peas and pulled up the last of the bolting mustard greens. It is time to plant the field peas, the black-eye peas, the white acre peas. 

Yesterday a very large branch fell from one of the oaks in the front yard and I thought I could haul it to the burn pile. 

I could not. It is much heavier and much larger than it looks. Mr. Moon ended up doing that job and even he did not find it easy. There was another, much smaller branch that came down with it and I was easily able to deal with that. 

I cleaned off some stuff on the back porch and I watered some plants. 
Everything that I've done has taken extra time because my mind is anxiety-brain-fried. Wordle has become almost impossible for me. The business of walking into a room and wondering why in the world I'm there is the norm, not the exception. I have managed a few crosswords so that's a little bit reassuring but trust me- neither one of them required a genius IQ. 
But you know- this is the way it is sometimes and even if I am operating on automatic, I am functioning. 

It has been cool enough not to die of heat exhaustion, even in the garden, and that is a beautiful thing. 

I have remembered to look up. 

Thank you, Ross. 

Black Cat is sleeping on a bed of lariope by a pot of giant begonias and another small hen-shaped pot of maiden hair fern that for some reason just gave up and died in the laundry room but which is now coming back. That is one picky little fern. The cat has had breakfast and supper. A squirrel is fussing and fussing about whatever it is that squirrels fuss about. My god, but they are bitchy little animals. 

I can relate.

Love...Ms. Moon