Easter

We had a lovely, mellow, rainy Easter up at my parents’ house. They live on a peninsula that used to be an island, which might become an island again someday! You never know, with Earth.

We dyed eggs.

The colors were very attractive.

I was thinking about Maddie a lot that day. And death, and babies,  and whether or not the universe has intentions for us bipedal primates with cameras.

Mister Finn opened plastic eggs with Great-Grama, and then closed them again.

He laughed with his Grampa.

Mommy blew bubbles.

We drank water from a big glass.

We wore the baby’s Easter basket on our heads.

We read our peek-a-boo book several times. Mister Finn had to roll up his sleeves so he could get to work and properly turn the pages.

We saw a rainbow on our walk to the beach with the dogs.

I made lemon curd bars for dessert, which we had with strawberries and whipped cream.

We pondered the glory of Spring, with it’s tender shoots blooming and promises of warmer days.