I could barely believe the beauty of Manhattan Beach. Lemon trees and succulents in nearly every front yard, warm and fragrant breezes, my feet in soft sand after a painfully long winter.
I’d never before attended a wedding held outside in the rain, but now I can heartily recommend it: huge smiles peeking out from under dripping raincoat hoods and umbrellas, steam rising from the pavement, the sound of water all around.
I made a cake, sewed a colorful bunting and watched a newly minted teenager dive into blue water over a long weekend.
Bonum est praestolari cum silentio salutare Dei.