I hope you, like I, can boast an altogether lovely Easter.
Sure, there were a few setbacks. I’d been planning to wear a new dress—plum, with ivory polka dots. But with the extra poundage picked up during the winter months . . . well, let’s just say I love me a good Easter egg, but prefer not to look like one.
A rather plain, bright blue dress had to do.
Then, due church and the baking of the ham, we were late in serving lunch. Meal times for the aged are not to be trifled with: my grandmother could not abide. Holiday or no, we were on ‘the list’ there for a bit.
But other than that, the weekend was glorious. My mom and I even managed to sneak in our traditional photo trek to a park. Our mission: spy a little spring.
Seems these snapshots serve a good reminder of why it’s worth the effort to do what we can for this planet we call home. We don’t have to be crazy about it, mind; but with the beauty God bestows, seems one way to say ‘thanks,’ is to be good stewards, and at least try to do our part . . .