"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Garden Party

I went to a Garden Party today hosted by Jo at A Majority of Two. Over 500 guests were invited, so even though my inclusion was unannounced, I didn’t think the host would notice one gatecrasher who decided to stay.

She hung colored lanterns from the trees, and put up Tiki Torches around the grounds. It is summer in Jo’s garden, and the day is slowly giving way to night. I smell Honeysuckle and Jasmine, and somewhere in the backdrop, piano keys echo like soft velvet riding through the ether. The other guests prattle among themselves, and don’t even notice the stranger who has connected for a moment. And that suits me.

I slip into Blog sites now and again, and always feel welcome. I stay and read, admire family photos, and catch a whiff of a dream or two. Then I’m off again to tap on another door. But today I lingered. Today I was drawn into the laughter and the camaraderie of the ones who came to stay. Today I went to a Garden Party.
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