Sunday, April 10

At which point are you?

An individual human existence should be like a river: small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past rocks and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being.

Bertrand Russell, philosopher, mathematician, author, Nobel laureate (1872-1970)

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Yesterday, I was a rushing river and today, I am more like the quiet river merging into the sea. 

Mel and I and the two great guys who helped us, delivered flowers for three weddings and I drove 240 miles in the process.  Sharing my car was a young man (I don't know his age, but I imagine him to be about 22) who allowed me to talk his ears off on the way to Roxboro, NC, Chapel Hill and back to Raleigh. He was very gracious and shared in the conversation - but I can't help but wonder what he thought - LOL!

Leaving my house at 8:15 am, I returned (not too much worse for the wear) at 7:30pm. Yes, I was tired, but it is the nice kind of tired that you get when you know you have accomplished something good and made people happy. I do hope that all our brides made it to their receptions before the skies fell. As I left for work, I made a point to watch the local weather on TV. They assured us that it would be in the 70's as soon as the clouds lifted. Well, the clouds never did lift and we barely made it to 58*. I had dressed in 3/4 sleeves and a lightweight vest, so I was chilly nearly all day except when we were in the car. Rain and thunderstorms were forecast for the evening, and an anxious dad watched the skies as were were setting up for the one outdoor wedding we had in Chapel Hill. The third wedding reception, in downtown Raleigh, was located far from available parking, so those guests were sure to have gotten drenched going from their cars to the reception site.  

On the way from that last wedding back to the shop, I passed a church where a lavishly decorated horse and carriage was waiting out front for another newly married couple.  The carriage driver, dressed all in formal wear, hoisted an umbrella over himself and the horse while he waited. I felt sorry for the poor bride and groom, since the carriage had no top.

I was only able to take a few photos yesterday - we were running too fast for that - and I haven't uploaded them yet. Maybe I can post them later. Until then, enjoy your Sunday!

6 comments:

Nancy said...

You sound busy, busy. It is the season for brides, isn't it? I loved the quote by Bertrand Russell, and while I have not read his book, my husband keeps it next to his bed. Now I know why.

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Oh, my dear Judy....You just AMAZE ME! Truly! To travel for all those miles..To have to deal with Rain that pours in a deluge...I know you LOVE what you do, and I understand it is what sustains you through days like this....Isn't it great to be involved in creative things that feed your soul AND bring such happiness to others?
BRAVA to you, dear Judy!

Celia said...

Good for you, all those weddings. I didn't realize April was a wedding month, probably because here the weather is so querulous this time of year. Looking forward to your pictures when you get a moment.

Pat said...

I don't like the thought of you being chilly whilst you work. Next time take a cardy:)

Nance said...

It gladdens my heart to know that a floral designer might not stop caring about the wedding after the flowers are delivered and arranged. Brides, grooms, and their loved ones should know about this! It would grow the love that surrounds their special event...even when the skies open and all is drenched.

Ginnie said...

You sure keep busy, Judy. I don't know when how you manage to keep us all up to date on your blog ! Look forward to the pictures.