When I was 6 yrs old, our family had recently returned from Taiwan where my parents taught English for 3 yrs. One of my earliest Easter memories is of finding wonderful colored eggs hidden in a yard filled with crocus and daffodils. Magical.
Is there anything at Easter quite like your first egg hunt or basket full of brightly dyed eggs? I love the abundant new life in spring and the message of hope that is Easter.
No matter how long winter lasts, eventually spring will come and there’s no where more lovely to greet it than in the Shenandoah Valley. This Easter weekend the weather is glorious, which means I’m spending much of it in the garden with my daughter, Elise, and whoever else happens by. We planted potatoes, a tradition on Good Friday. All at once it seems everything needs to be done in the garden, weeding, mulching, planting…each year I swear I’m gonna pace myself, and each year I wear myself out. zzzzzz…
“Yes, in the poor man’s garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers—
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.” ~ Mary Howitt
Years ago, my dear grandmother gave me a start of these Virginia Bluebells and they’ve spread happily in the shade of evergreens and an old maple tree. “Some flowers are lovely only to the eye, others are lovely to the heart.”
“Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life. ” ~Douglas Horton
“On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer.” ~Douglas Horton
“For I remember it is Easter morn, And life and love and peace are all new born. “~Alice Freeman Palmer