Sunday

Earth week, Passover week, Easter Sunday, Ramadan month -- all April holidays (this year), all human derived celebrations, all born of a desire to connect, to look beyond your own space, to use restraint. For me -- to engage with the natural world.

But first, well, I sort of grew up with Easter and it seems right to do a breakfast suited to the day, so I pick up a pack of cinnamon hot cross buns at Batch Bakehouse.

Ed says they are bland (this from a guy who actually likes plain bagels) and he is correct, but I think part of it is the mindset. Hot cross buns are supposed to be bland. Once you accept that, then the touch of cinnamon and the cream cheese frosted X can actually be lovely, in a soothing and cuddly sort of way.

I work in the garden despite the cold. I'd been reading more than my usual share of articles about things that grow out there and though I've been slow this year to connect with all the farmette plant life (and there is a lot of it), it's not to say that I have ignored it at some spiritual level. Still, I have this need to actually touch tender shoots and pull out domineering invasive plants. And so I work. Not too long, but I do make progress! And that's a good thing because this coming week I'll begin my planting.

Easter dinner: the young family is here of course. 

 

 

 

They've already done a bunch of traditional stuff with the kids, so by the time they come here, I think we can keep things low key. I even tossed aside the idea of baking a cake. There's a lot of chocolate floating around on Easter. Yes, even at the farmhouse. So I resist baking.

(Sandpiper the bunny rabbit)

(wait, what's Sparrow doing? ice cream? okay, ice cream!)

So, a good day. A happy day. Sweet and playful. April, despite the weather, at her finest.