Twenty years ago today, John and I ran off to Carmel Valley and got married. It was the third anniversary of our first date, so we decided to go with the St. Patrick's Day theme, and give a nod to our heritage as well. John wore a green tie, and I had a little handkerchief embroidered with green shamrocks. We even found a minister by the name of Pat O'Brien (seriously!) to marry us.
March 17, 1992
Recently, a nice older gentleman we had just met asked us if we were newlyweds. We chuckled, and replied that it just felt like it.
When moving into a new home, surprises are generally not a good thing: They are signs that something is broken and it's going to cost you a boatload to repair (the shower stall sinking through the subfloor immediately comes to mind).
Sometimes, though, you can be pleasantly surprised. With spring right around the corner, our new yard is sprouting all kinds of surprises.
Daffodils are popping up everywhere. So many of them! I just adore daffodils. Besides being a harbinger of spring, is there a more cheery flower?
Clusters of Paperwhites at the base of a big oak tree. So pretty in the dappled sunlight.
Violets! I haven't seen these since I left New England a loooooooong time ago.
This plant appears to be growing out of the side of a dead log, but the roots are actually in the ground. I've no idea what it is, and there is only one.
I don't know what this is either, but the vibrancy of the pink and yellow is amazing.