Easter Sunday

I think this has been the quietest Easter Sunday we have ever had here, and the quiet has been a balm.  I could be sad that there are no children racing about the yard, no eggs, no chocolate bunnies. Instead, I am just feeling grateful for the simplest things, the quiet being one of  them. The neighborhood was very quiet today as well so we enjoyed bacon and eggs on the deck. The sun was bright, but the air was perfect temperature.

We sipped tea and snacked the rest of the day. No cooking! There were books to be read. Balls to be thrown for the dog. There were worries to mull over but only slightly as we let them drift away like tiny puffs of smoke...at least for a little while. There were lilacs to admire and a few to be brought in for fragrance in the house.

DH's sister and brother-in-law from Montana came to the Midwest this week to visit the parents in assisted living. They do well for 95 and 98, but those years carry built in flaws for daily living. My sister-in-law brought me flowers when they came for dinner. Such brilliant shades, electrifying colors! The painting above is one my mother-in-law did herself in earlier years and now hangs over her bed. The painting is peaceful...bright flowers and tea time....a couple of life's bounty items.

The daily dramas of winter still linger in corners here. Issues and troubles...but still we all hope the spring and Easter will usher in a turn to bright and happy times ahead.

 I hope your own Easter day has been peaceful and calm.