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For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name
There is Love, there is Love.

~Paul Stookey

Posts have been scarce due to a full itinerary of family functions and events. The birth of our first grandchild and visits to and from, and here and there, along with a first-in-a-very-long-time Page family reunion filled the first months of our year.

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Photo Credit: Stephanie Bray

In May, a young man asked for our eldest daughter’s hand in marriage. The Farmhouse was decided upon as the venue for a quaint, private ceremony. Our efforts to freshen up the exterior of the old house began in earnest. June, July and August were spent applying primer and paint with satisfactory results. The last of the windows in the dining room were finished (except for some finishing caulk). Black shutters were installed and the old house began to look better than she ever aspired.

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Photo Credit: Rachel Gardner

The day of the wedding – a brilliant, pre-fall Thursday morning – arrived. The culmination of many months of planning and work, and work and planning came to fruition. Family gathered on the front lawn of the old family home as a handsome groom awaited the appearance of his chosen. The bride descended the old stone steps resplendent in her vintage inspired attire. Pledges, vows and rings were exchanged and the two became one – a unity of persons. I cannot think but believe that my grandparents smiled down upon the union of spirits on that beautiful September morn.

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And then of a sudden, it is fall. And the days have become shorter and the nights have cooled. The musky scent of muscadine and crisp golden leaves fill the air. So it is with the passing of seasons, the year has become short, almost at its conclusion. The fleeting of time. We recollect on what has been accomplished in the days, weeks and months prior. Our family has grown by two in a short span. Our cup overflows.

Wedding Song

He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts
Rest assured this troubadour is acting on His part.
The union of your spirits here has caused Him to remain
For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name
There is Love, there is Love.

A man shall leave his mother and a woman leave her home
And they shall travel on to where the two shall be as one.
As it was in the beginning is now and til the end
Woman draws her life from man and gives it back again.
And there is Love, there is Love.

Well then what’s to be the reason for becoming man and wife?
Is it love that brings you here or love that brings you life?
And if loving is the answer, then who’s the giving for?
Do you believe in something that you’ve never seen before?
Oh there is Love, there is Love.

Oh the marriage of your spirits here has caused Him to remain
For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name
There is Love, there is Love.

(original lyrics “Wedding Song”, Noel “Paul” Stookey of Peter, Paul and Mary)

Southeast View from the Farmhouse

I do believe that I may have just glazed my last windows this year! Just one step closer to completion of four windows. Once these windows are finished, I may work on replacement sashes over the winter, just as a “hobby”. Then again, I may not.  At least until next year.

In the meantime, Autumn is displaying a riotous canvas of color. It is as if the cooler temps struck a chord and overnight, coordinating, complimentary colors flowed from the roots of trees and shrubs to the very tips of their leaves.  Quite a wonderful, enjoyable time of year.  Even today’s rain could not dampen the beauty.

“Savings” when used as an adjective (i.e., daylight savings) means to prevent waste of a particular resource – in this case Daylight.  So, why on earth are we temporarily terminating this natural resource, only to be without it for the next four months?

The proclamation of the day is that Daylight Savings Time Has Ended.  There will be no more of that silly notion of saving Daylight, at least not again until next March 11, 2012, when we lose the hour that we supposedly gained today.  Twice a year we’re forced to adjust our sleep habits and synchronize our biological and digital clocks – which by the way, my OCD, special needs dog does not understand!

Quite frankly, I was just fine with saving Daylight and leaving my clocks set as they were.  As it is now, it’ll soon be dark when I leave my paying job each day.  Goodbye to those remaining daylight hours after work when I could run up to the farmhouse and put in a glass and apply glazing putty.

The end of Daylight is Dark and I do not cherish it.


On another more cheerful, less depressing note, I do believe our Fall has been the most colorful, beautiful Fall in some time. Here is a photo taken Saturday morning through the twin kitchen windows of the farmhouse, looking east.  Framed it all it’s glory is one of two old majestic oak trees. One day as we were working on the farmhouse my Dad says, “While you are documenting all this, be sure and tell about the twin oaks.” I’m like, “Okay, so what’s their story.” I thought he might tell me he planted the two oaks similar to his setting out the many cedars around the old homeplace. Instead, he replied, “I don’t know, they are just two large, old oaks.” Gee Daddy, could you not come up with a better story than that?!?

The photo below is taken through one of the three kitchen windows facing north.  The condensation on the panes give the photos and their subjects a nice effect.

Jack and I worked at the farmhouse on this picturesque Saturday, taking advantage of the warm sun and utilizing the waning saved Daylight hours. On Sunday we pulled the old blue (no longer running) GMC truck down to the farmhouse for a little Fall yard art.  One day this week after I get off from work, I want to add some hay and pumpkins. That is, if I can find any left over Daylight.

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About Me:


At present, I am a wife, a mother, a mother-in-law, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a legal assistant, a minister, a weekend construction contractor / foreman (said with some jest), a weekend construction laborer (said with all truth), a gardener, a dreamer, a planner, an organizer, an administrator, and sometimes a general pain in the butt. I enjoy spending time with my family, reading (when I have the time), and restoring old farmhouse windows.