Mocking Orange
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We were ready with major brunch food for Millie & Joel, David, Greta & Ira, Gena & Jim, and Charley, but it didn't all work out. Greta & Ira and Gena & Jim went to a brunch that the parents of the bride were having, and G&I showed up at our house long after we all finished eating.
Charley was going to come over to see everyone, but his car wouldn't shift into gear, and I had to go to Cambridge and get him. He took the Tercel home.
We all had a good time discussing the other relatives who were at the wedding. Barbara Merry's mother is particularly good at sending out birthday, etc., cards. Millie said, “The only way I remember my anniversary is that a couple of days before it I get a card from Aunt Bev.”
We all went out to the Jewish Community Center, where Arlene has three monotypes (the ones I brought home from the frame shop on May 28) in an art exhibit that opened last weekend. She has xerox transfers of family photos and prayerbook pages layered over prints of fabric and things she drew, and the prints are pretty interesting.
I tore into our mock orange bush in the late afternoon. It's finished blooming (it smells great when it's in bloom) and is shading too much of the perennial garden; so it's a lot smaller now. Not that you'd notice. Mostly, there are a lot of cut branches in a pile that needs to be bundled up and carried to the street, and a mock orange that looks about as big as I remember it.
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