Yes, I realize my Easter post is exactly one week late.
But for those of you who know me, you know this is nothing new. And actually, you'd probably be surprised if I actually got it posted on time.
It's ok. I still love you...and I love Easter Sunday. Which is why I'm posting about it even though it's a week late, and even though it ended up being a very low-key event...
But for those of you who know me, you know this is nothing new. And actually, you'd probably be surprised if I actually got it posted on time.
It's ok. I still love you...and I love Easter Sunday. Which is why I'm posting about it even though it's a week late, and even though it ended up being a very low-key event...
I was up bright and early for my morning walk, just like "Mary Magdalene and the other Mary" were a few thousand years ago.
Alright, that might be a stretch, but humor me here. And get your imagination warmed up because you may need it before I get finished. Now back to our story...
The birds were chirping, leaves were rustling in the breeze, and the sun was peeking over the tops of the eastern trees as I made my way down the garden path. The crispness of the morning made me appreciate the warm cup of coffee in my hand as I pondered what was in the hands of those two particular ladies centuries ago: spices.
Spices to prepare the body of their beloved Jesus, who lay in a borrowed cold, damp tomb...or so they thought.
I took a sip of my coffee and smiled as I imagined their reaction upon reaching that very tomb only to find something completely unexpected.
And then I looked down and found something else completely unexpected (although not nearly as impactful as their find)...
Alright, that might be a stretch, but humor me here. And get your imagination warmed up because you may need it before I get finished. Now back to our story...
The birds were chirping, leaves were rustling in the breeze, and the sun was peeking over the tops of the eastern trees as I made my way down the garden path. The crispness of the morning made me appreciate the warm cup of coffee in my hand as I pondered what was in the hands of those two particular ladies centuries ago: spices.
Spices to prepare the body of their beloved Jesus, who lay in a borrowed cold, damp tomb...or so they thought.
I took a sip of my coffee and smiled as I imagined their reaction upon reaching that very tomb only to find something completely unexpected.
And then I looked down and found something else completely unexpected (although not nearly as impactful as their find)...
Another patch of wild violets! Of which I made good use of the next day by turning them into this...
Wild Violet Syrup. Good for coughs, sore throats, and snoring too--if you mix it with a bit of moonshine, according to the old-timers.
I'm not quite sure how I got from Jesus to moonshine so quickly, but just do your best to keep up.
Speaking of keeping up, Will happened to catch up with me that morning right about then. We stood there in the garden together in the stillness of the morning and whispered in hushed tones about the special day that was dawning.
Then we went back into the house, and I made these...
I'm not quite sure how I got from Jesus to moonshine so quickly, but just do your best to keep up.
Speaking of keeping up, Will happened to catch up with me that morning right about then. We stood there in the garden together in the stillness of the morning and whispered in hushed tones about the special day that was dawning.
Then we went back into the house, and I made these...
Cinnamon Orange Rolls sprinkled with lilac blossoms!
Just because it was Easter and it seemed appropriate. And spring-ey. And tasty, which is what really is most important.
I really wanted to eat the whole pan myself, but I manage to resist and brought them along with us to church, where they tempted and tantalized me all through the service...although don't tell Jesus that, please, because somehow despite my watering mouth, for the most part my mind was able to focus on the service.
On second thought, fell free to tell Him all about that. Maybe my outstanding will-power will impress Him. ;);)
Just because it was Easter and it seemed appropriate. And spring-ey. And tasty, which is what really is most important.
I really wanted to eat the whole pan myself, but I manage to resist and brought them along with us to church, where they tempted and tantalized me all through the service...although don't tell Jesus that, please, because somehow despite my watering mouth, for the most part my mind was able to focus on the service.
On second thought, fell free to tell Him all about that. Maybe my outstanding will-power will impress Him. ;);)
Here's where the low-key part of the story comes in, because despite the lovely weather, some of us where actually "under the weather" this Easter. So, instead of a big family gathering like in years past, we had a small quiet dinner at home.
Our family picture was a selfie, our meal came ready-made from the deli counter, and our Easter egg hunt consisted of gathering the eggs from the nest boxes instead of clever hiding spots in the garden.
It was very nice, and coming at the end of a very hectic week, it was exactly what we needed. Despite how much I adore tradition, sometimes it's nice to break it--especially when you really need a break.
Our family picture was a selfie, our meal came ready-made from the deli counter, and our Easter egg hunt consisted of gathering the eggs from the nest boxes instead of clever hiding spots in the garden.
It was very nice, and coming at the end of a very hectic week, it was exactly what we needed. Despite how much I adore tradition, sometimes it's nice to break it--especially when you really need a break.
And the only other thing I needed that day was a picture of my Easter dress. So, like those infamous Kardashian sisters, I decided to try the "mirror selfie" technique.
It was easier than waking my husband up from his nap and tracking down Will, who I thought was somewhere outside building a fort, but who happened to appear beside me just as I snapped this photo.
At this very instant he's pointing out to me that in my attempt to figure out how those Hollywood hotties manage to snap pics in the mirror without showing their phones, I had inadvertently knocked over the cat's water bowl which for some reason was sitting at my feet.
Life is full of unanswered questions....and unsophisticated selfies too. Just add mine to the list. But in all seriousness, isn't this a great dress?!!
A great dress worn on a great day marking the greatest event in history...in my opinion, at least.
Happy late Easter everybody!!
It was easier than waking my husband up from his nap and tracking down Will, who I thought was somewhere outside building a fort, but who happened to appear beside me just as I snapped this photo.
At this very instant he's pointing out to me that in my attempt to figure out how those Hollywood hotties manage to snap pics in the mirror without showing their phones, I had inadvertently knocked over the cat's water bowl which for some reason was sitting at my feet.
Life is full of unanswered questions....and unsophisticated selfies too. Just add mine to the list. But in all seriousness, isn't this a great dress?!!
A great dress worn on a great day marking the greatest event in history...in my opinion, at least.
Happy late Easter everybody!!
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