Early Bird Gets the Frost
Here in middle TN, Spring comes in March, then goes away again, comes and goes through April, and then feels a lot more like summer in May. From the moment the sun starts to even try to warm things up, I'm ready to get digging in my garden.
Maybe it's from living eleven years in Texas where things warm up sooner, or maybe it's the daffodils which shine their happy faces so early, but it's hard to wait.
Then, Lowe's and Home Depot have their big spring sales the second week in April. And I have to go buy plants while they're cheaper, right?
Have you ever made resurrection rolls? If not, let me explain a little about what they are and how they work.
Basically, it's a fun recipe to do with your kids around Easter to help explain the story of the resurrection. It's a cinnamon-sugar covered marshmallow inside a crescent roll. The marshmallow represents Jesus and the roll the tomb. When they bake, the marshmallow disappears, leaving only an empty tomb.
Here's an easy recipe we've been using.
Except this year, something went wrong.
Every person has a different definition of romance. And sometimes, those definitions take a direction you might not expect. My good friend, Heather Greer, is chatting today about how she and her husband celebrated twenty-five years of marriage. And it might surprise you.
Sometimes romance isn’t roses and chocolates.
Sometimes it’s wrestling and bread pudding.
My husband and I just celebrated our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. When you pass a milestone anniversary, people expect the couple to enjoy dinner at a fancy restaurant, a rose for every year, or a vow renewal ceremony complete with second honeymoon. We did have a party, but only because friends planned it as a surprise for us.
When friends ask how we celebrated this special anniversary, their open curiosity turns to confusion when I tell them we went to a wrestling match with a couple of close friends. To be honest, we went a week before our anniversary. But that couldn’t be helped. The Royal Rumble didn’t ask us when we wanted them to arrive in St. Louis, Missouri.
The owners of this house before us had a strange style for the backyard.
In one place, they had what appears to be a pet cemetery surrounded by day lilies. In other random locations were old tires with bulbs planted inside. One of those held a huge cluster of daffodils.
We've since dug up the lilies and the daffodils and moved them to more convenient locations.
But the daffodils apparently didn't want to be moved completely. Because in the picture above you can see they bloomed there again this year, despite us thinking we had them all dug up.
Easter: Old and New
Happy Easter weekend. Are you ready?
This year, we're incorporating a few new things in with our normal traditions.
Of course, new outfits are on the agenda. I'm soaking up being able to sew for my children as long as they'll let me. Gingham overalls for the boy (with hand cross-stitched train on the bib) and a striped bunny dress for the girl. Something tells me they'll start rebelling against such childish outfits soon. I even found a new dress for me at Ross the other day. My husband always says he'll just wear something he already has. I did offer.
Of course, we're doing all the egg hunts and church and school ... and hopefully in the back yard, depending on the rain they're calling for.
Some Bunny Loves
'Tis the season. You know the one.
The season where pastels and sandals and painted toenails come out. And egg-shaped candies and marshmallows and hams and lamb and all sorts of yummy cookies, cakes, pies, and breads.
Easter is probably my second or third favorite holiday. Even though I claim fall as my favorite season, Spring comes right after. How can it not with everything coming back to life and blooming and the bright colors and sunshine after a long stretch of dreary weather? All that newness and life makes the allergies seem not quite so bad, doesn't it?
And then there's the fun things, too, like bunnies.
Do you use a GPS to navigate when you go somewhere? Ever think you know better than it does and take a different route?
And the annoyed British voice comes out of your phone, "Recalculating!"
Okay, so maybe it's not quite like that, but it feels that sometimes, doesn't it? Especially when you won't take the recommended u-turn and head back the way it wanted you to go in the first place.
Well, there's not a GPS for life (except for the Bible, of course), and sometimes when we set out plans for a year, several months in, we have to recalculate our route.
This is a place for me to share thoughts and ideas not just related to writing. Thoughts about what's going on in my life, about an idea I got that I thought shareworthy, or just a funny anecdote.