I love Easter eggs.
I love dying them with the family, and then setting them out on this cute little vintage plate I found at the library gift shop really cheep (ha! get it? "Cheep!" I crack myself up.)
I love these beautiful eggs at my aunt's house:
We've got it now!
Just got back from our annual pre-Easter family confession, which would have been yesterday, but 15 inches of snow will put a crimp in the best of plans.
But in spite of all the snow, we know that spring will be here soon. Those flower pots will soon be brimming with impatiens, bright spots of color and life in the shade of the birch tree.
Those "winter interest" perennial stalks will soon have new green shoots.
The glider swing will be available for use again, free and unencumbered.
And these battered and broken evergreen bushes, weighted down by this year's snowfall -- the 2nd snowiest winter ever in Milwaukee -- will soon be standing up tall, showing new growth, ready to start anew.
Are you feeling the metaphor with me here? I hope so. It's all part of the Easter joy!
Can you guess what it is?
A basketball hoop.
Our pear tree.
This is no mystery: icicles on an evergreen bush.
