Easter Sunday

A week passes and it seems like I was taken off one game board and placed onto another. This coming Monday – one that follows a week at Gargnano and a week-end of family, surely isn’t going to be the same as any other previous Monday. Time, events, places, people push you forward and it’s your job to figure out how to make that next place a good one, benefited from what came before.

My places right now are good. And this Sunday was especially a good one.


My little girl and I put breakfast out on the lemon splattered farmhouse table. It was a lingering sort of breakfast – the best kind, in my opinion. The chives were from the garden.






After, Ed and she walked the farmette land. He talked about what we’re trying to do with the acre out back – our plans for it, our dilemmas. She seemed to take in the air out here in the best way – with deep inhales and wonderment at how beautiful it all is now, in these April weeks.

Ed settled in to replant our tomatoes.






She and I managed to squeeze in a walk. Past the fields that abut the farmette...






...down to the county park by Lake Waubesa. Ed and I skied here just a few months back, but now the trees are almost green – at their best in their nearly there state...






And, of course, there is Easter dinner. A simple meal, but on good days like this, I like simple foods. Complicated preparations belong to other times, other configurations.






At the end of it, I take berries, put ice cream over them , crumble meringues and dab them with mint. From the garden.






The most amazing thing this early April day is that I am able to already pull in things from the garden. Other amazing thing? Well, that a week ago, I was elsewhere and now I am here and it’s Easter and I can’t remember when the sky has been so radiantly blue on an Easter Sunday in Wisconsin.

Yes, tomorrow is Monday. My crazy work filled Monday. You'll get my usual brief post then. But for now, I'm still savoring the transition to that new game board. New and improved, benefited from what came before.

week-end pleasures

My younger girl came up from Chicago Friday night. I had wanted to wait up for her, but I couldn’t do it. Sometime, by the light of the full moon, she walked in to a sleeping household.

Ah, but Saturday morning, I am up and stirring early. Now’s the time to see how the world outside unfurled in my absence.

Yes, the daffodils continue to bloom and the great lilac is just now popping open its tight buds! Early!






And the crabs (hawthorn?), too, are just shifting from a cranberry toned bud to a pinky-white flower! So I didn’t miss their once a year gala performance.






It’s too cool to eat breakfast on the porch, but that’s quite okay, because I have this lemon cloth from Limone and it belongs on the farmhouse table. Along with the Italian Easter bread for this weekend’s morning meals.






A cheerful breakfast – just my little girl, Ed and I.






After? Well, there is wedding dress shopping – my two girls and I, for my older one’s September wedding (no photos of that! I stick to traditions, including the one that keeps the dress undercover).


And then there is the weed pulling and seedling watering (the lettuces have sprouted!) and thinking ahead to the next set of plantings. So much of the day has all the pleasures of a full-blown spring, all of it rather buoyant and joyful.

I’m posting this at night, sometime between Saturday and Sunday, so allow me to wish you all a very happy Easter. And if you are not Easter celebrators – a happy Sunday! May the day bring you many smiles and warm moments!