A Windy Wedding Day
I conducted the fourth wedding of my priestly career (joke) today. This one, unlike the first two, might last.
The bride and groom did all the work, really. All I had to do was gather the spectators and read a couple of Wendell Berry poems in competition with the west wind.
The couple had chosen a breezy ridge top with an ohmygawd view of the upper Huerfano Valley and the Sangre de Cristo range.
Like champagne, Black Forest cake packs a bigger wallop at 10,000 feet than it does at sea level.
M. and I had to drive up through our favorite mushroom-hunting territory to get there. We took a brief stroll in the woods on the way down--saw nothing good.
The bride and groom did all the work, really. All I had to do was gather the spectators and read a couple of Wendell Berry poems in competition with the west wind.
The couple had chosen a breezy ridge top with an ohmygawd view of the upper Huerfano Valley and the Sangre de Cristo range.
Like champagne, Black Forest cake packs a bigger wallop at 10,000 feet than it does at sea level.
M. and I had to drive up through our favorite mushroom-hunting territory to get there. We took a brief stroll in the woods on the way down--saw nothing good.
posted by Chas S. Clifton at 8:26 PM Permalink
3 Comments:
We used a Berry poem (The Country of Marriage) in our invitations...
when s. said she was scheduling around you, i didn't realize you were officiating! :D awesome.
We have some good pix, too! Hope the trip's going well. thanks again for officiating s&r
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