Florida

Micha and I went to Florida to do the flowers for a party back in November. The flower photos will come later (maybe January?) when we all need them the most. For now, we can talk about the 5 days after the event when we drove our rental car through the southern most reaches of the state. It was nearly 85 degrees, and we walked along the ocean at night and wore sunscreen and swatted bugs. We saw swamps, lizards and palm trees. We traveled through West Palm Beach, Fort Lauderdale, Miami Beach, The Everglades and the Keys. I forgot about fall.

The adventure ended in Key West, the place our parents first met in the mid 1970s. My mom was 25 and my dad was 27. At sunset he was dancing along the docks with an african drumming band and my mother was in the crowd of onlookers. She went up to him, a stranger and street performer, and danced with him. 

It was so nice to see the place they fell in love- the banyan tree, the lighthouse, Terry Lane where my mother lived, the spots that have been told and retold into the family legend of The Most Romantic Meeting Story of All Time. Going back and wondering at the people they were then, I felt like a little part of their legend, too.