spring in Northern California

Yesterday I had the privilege of presiding at the Eucharist for Seniors Retreat of Grace Cathedral. As I drove on Westside Road to the Bishop's Ranch, I was swept away with the rows of pink cherry blossom trees, the yellow mustard, the emerald green on the grass under the grape vines.  I wanted to stop and stop again, but I needed to be at the altar with the people, sharing holy food, and so I tried to simply remember the colors. And today, they are still with me.

I did manage a few pictures, this one being my favorite. I am normally drawn to bold, intense color, but yesterday the more subtle ones were calling to me.  How fortunate I am to live here!