It was a hard winter, weather-wise, and though things are in bloom again here in Nashville, I still feel a little bit of a hangover from months of the winter blahs. So I am using Easter weekend as my launchpad for spring fever.
The beautiful pastels of Easter and the blooming lilies everywhere never fail to cheer me up. It’s one of those holidays that brings me right back to my childhood. I remember the white wicker Easter basket I’d carry as we’d ramble in the yard looking for eggs dyed the night before. We’d fill up on chocolate bunnies and jellybeans, but would still find room for a Kentucky ham and beaten biscuits at lunch.
I know I made a mess of my Easter outfits, the starched dresses and lacy socks that were great for church but not for rolling in the grass. I’d usually have a new pair of patent leather shoes and they would be streaked green by mid-afternoon. I never did care for bonnets, so mine usually came off right after we sang the last hymn at church.
I don’t do a lot of running in the grass anymore, unless it’s to keep up with Sammy and Lily. But I still treasure those memories, and I treasure the family I keep around me. Easter is still a holiday of pretty dresses and beautiful lilies, hidden eggs and laughing friends. And just ham, because I never learned how to make my Mother’s beaten biscuits.
I hope you’re spending this next weekend with the people you love, no matter what else you’re celebrating.