Life goal met — there are pansies on the property! Last year we waited too long and there were none to be had. My mother loved pansies too.
For Easter, we used to hide treasure-filled plastic eggs in the yard, pack baskets with glorious chocolates and jelly beans, and serve up a special dinner for extended family. One year I made a batch of chow-chow to dress the asparagus. Another year I made carrots out of marzipan for the top of the carrot cake.
This year, I am making a carrot cake. That’s it. No marzipan. No company.
The space created by a less-populated social calendar continues to feel more blessing than not. I like my friends, I like my relatives, and still this is true.
On a related note, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about K’s absence as he trudged back to the office and I’m still not sure, but this morning the quiet is glorious.
Have I really used the word glorious twice in one post? What besides chocolate and silence can be glorious?
Soft scarves, dry socks, insight, a welcome email, a piece of writing, a hot bath.
Also: Indictments. Perp walks. Lost law licenses. Exclusion from holding public office. Tarnished reputations. Huge fines. Ankle bracelets. Media bans and gag orders. Jail time.
Kushner is in the news again. If the beltway press wasn’t so hopelessly tied to GOP talking points, the Kushner news would be loud and pervasive. And of course, had a Democrat’s son-in-law done anything remotely this corrupt or dangerous to national security, the coverage on Fox would be nonstop with belligerent threats of hearings should leadership in the House change.
The building could have a 666 on it but I suppose that would be overkill.
So as not to end on such a vile note, the photo from Assisi (below) showcases an Easter bread, blessed by a priest two days earlier and served in an olive grove.
