Exactly one year from today, there will be a wedding here.  Right here.   In front of the newly-rebuilt fountain (try to imagine water flowing from the top rock into three separate rock pools).

But first, my husband declared, there must be a new fence.  He has been working on it for weeks.  We are heading west in six days, so the pressure is on to finish.  Meanwhile, Nancy and I browse bridal magazines and purchase paper napkins with gerbera daisies on them.  It’s a good start.