Let the chickens out. It's Easter.
Eggs still warm from the coop, gathered for breakfast.
Wait: Scotch's Sunday egg is missing. Let's give her a few minutes.
Okay. Thank you! Easter breakfast at the farmhouse.
But Easter midday dinner at my older girl's home.
I watch my girls in the kitchen. They are both tremendously talented with food.
Today, I do no cooking at all. My older girl fixes the entire complicated meal and it is superb. We hang back and let her put it all together.
Here we are, all of us, in various combinations:
I feel myself to be so incredibly lucky.
We leave the post dinner mess to my girl and her husband (thank you!) and my little one and her fiancee drive north and Ed and I drive south, only their drive is close to five hours and ours is close to fifteen minutes. Life is unfair that way.
The chickens are excited to see us return. They hover in the courtyard as Ed and I transplant tomato seedlings (and put in our cucumbers seeds). Last count: 115 thriving tomato plants.
Today the temperature topped 70F for the first time since early October.
A beautiful Easter Sunday. Truly beautiful. Full of hugs, sweet words, great foods. So very, very lucky...