blind insight

Transition.

We left on a 90-degree day in late summer, flying away into clear blue skies and bright sunshine. We returned to an autumn chill, with clouds and drizzle that have given way to crisp fall days and cool clear nights. When we departed, our trees were bursting with leaves and our newly sprinkler-equipped lawn was bordering on lushness. We returned to find our yard blanketed with golden leaf-fall. On our wedding night, the sky was light until well after the cocktail hour had ended, but now I wake to blackness and it is nearly dark by the time I get home from work.

It seems the season shifted during our trip, providing tangible benchmarks for our own transition from fiances to spouses.

Hitched, honeymooned, and home!

As soon as I catch up on sleep, exercise, e-mail, and life, I shall finish and post the endlessly long blow-by-blow of the amazing weekend that culminated in Steve's and my incredible, magical, glorious wedding (and, we certainly hope, in our incredible, magical, glorious marriage). It was far and away the most fun I've ever had at a wedding, and I'd like to think that at least some of our happy co-revelers felt the same.

We returned today from three weeks of honeymoon heaven.  We climbed, beached, boated, ate, and drank in Sardinia; hiked, swapped travel tales, ate, and drank in Cinque Terre; wandered, toured, ate, and drank in Siena, San Gimignano, Volterra, and Pisa; cycled, wine-tasted, ate, and drank in the Tuscan countryside; and tubed, strolled, tea'ed, ate, and drank in London. Needless to say, along with 600 or so photos (which we'll share once we've edited them just a bit to eliminate the digital-camera-newbie redundancy and provide them with snazzy captions and commentary), we returned with rather a lot of Europe on our hips.

Not to leave you totally hanging, I offer you a taste of the wedding fun . . .

And just one wee snap from Sardinia:

More to follow!