A good day at church. And then after the UV rating sank to one out of sixteen on Wunderground.com near the end of the daylight, we drove out to the marshlands by the Bay and took a good walk in the park together: seagulls flying overhead, an egret posing just so for their cameras repeatedly, and I watched, too, how graciously my brother’s children interacted with each other and with us; I adore them. Great kids. Morgan’s a single dad and he’s doing a great job.
A lot of habitat restoration had happened since the last time I’d been on the trail we went down. No, sorry kids, you can’t see the Golden Gate Bridge from here, but we could keep going to that causeway over there and back around.
We all looked at each other and kinda laughed and went, uh, I think not. A bit regretfully, though; it would take us far out and well over the water but long beyond sunset.
And then we came home to Michelle’s homemade rhubarb and strawberry pie.
It doesn’t get better than that.