A post filled with thankfulness for the small but important moments in life.
Cousin Dotsie ‘s family reunion took place yesterday at a little house in Windsor, a small town about twenty minutes north of the rabbit patch. Reunions seem to be the sole purpose of the old house, as Cousin Dotsie has another residence in Windsor, as well. All of her last minute details unfolded as if she had labored over them a fortnight. It was a lovely occasion, to say the least.
Somehow, there was barbecue, chicken, many sides and a sideboard full of desserts. I arrived a bit after twelve, straight from the woods. I had been cutting elder flowers, mint and other such things, to take to Elizabeth City. I used coolers to transport them and had wanted to wait to the last minute, to cut them.
Cousin Alice was there from New York. I met her a little over a year ago but, it was as if…
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