We were having lunch yesterday at our favorite restaurant in historical downtown Jonesboro. Sitting outside under the protection of patio umbrellas, Howard and I had a perfect view of the street and passersby. Others were served in the bricked alley beside the eatery, courtesy of closed doors due to safety precautions.
Across the street was a historical building, a log cabin moved there many years ago and previously frequented by such illuminaries as Andrew Jackson and other dignitaries of the age. Anyway, the mortared logs and wood steps made a perfect place for picture-taking.
At first, we noticed random couples getting snapshots as they strolled by, then a veritable entourage floated down the slope to the cabin's lawn. Obviously, it was a wedding party, the bride and groom seated smilingly for photos in in their attire, the groom in dignified coat and tie, and the bride in her array.
I couldn't keep my eyes off the lovely frocks the dozen or so attendants were wearing, none of them the same, but all attractive and appropriate for on outside wedding. Ruffled tops, off-the-shoulder designs, long gowns or short skirts, pastel, summery long sleeves--all were eye-catching and fluttering with the soft breezes that had sprung up after an earlier rain.
And suddenly they were gone, in mass strolling up the hill where we had parked our car, near the church where the wedding obviously took place. We finished our lunch and climbed the hill ourselves, riding home with pleasant memories of a beautiful day.
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