Megan and I enjoyed our annual tradition of the Festival of Lights at the Botanical Gardens. As usual, the parking gods smiled on Megan, and we got a parking space right out front. This year, we could buy tickets on line, and I added a small donation in honor of my late friend Joel, who was a Master Gardener there. And instead of waiting in line, we could breeze right in.
The Gardens are one of the loveliest places on the coast, and they are particularly magical when they are all dressed up in sparkling lights. Megan pointed out that they are not particularly Christmassy, with dragons and swans:
Somehow I had never noticed that before, though there is a star or two. The elephant was new, peering cutely out of the bushes:
He was a safe distance away from the erupting volcano:
I always love the jellyfish, floating magically in the air:
And the sailing ship, accessorized with a whale:
It makes me feel like a kid again, with the wonder of the holidays, delighted by the lights in the darkness.
And what better way to follow up sparkling lights than a sparkling drink?
We toasted our lovely evening and the holidays past, present, and future. Cheers!
A YEAR AGO: Some random notes.
FIVE YEARS AGO: It was stormin’ up a storm!