Waiting for the bride to arrive, originally uploaded by Ali Crehan.

Driving into Scituate Harbor this afternoon, buoyed by sunlight that has too long been a stranger, we wandered into a song. A bagpiper stood on the lawn of St. Mary’s, his crisp colors standing at attention on the soft green grass, and the notes he played cartwheeled gleefully in the air. The door of the church stood open, the flowers and the ribbons on the steps bobbing in the wind. All was joyful expectancy, waiting for the bride to arrive.