SassyBlonde

Happy Easter, all you peeps out there. Hope you have a Sunday filled with hams, egg dying, and those horrible marshmallow creations that are so much fun to microwave.

Me? I'll be celebrating by mulching my yard and going to the gym, after I sleep in (in between bouts of peep jousting, of course.) Yeah. My Easter bonnet is a garden hat.

It's been a very long time since I spent Easter in a church. My husband, the intrepid trumpeter, spends most of the week prior to Easter in some church somewhere, trumpet players being a hot commodity around this holiday, but no one wants a clarinetist or flutist, this being a day for fanfares and pious pompous brass chorales proclaiming the Resurrection. So I spend my Easter Sunday saying hello to my flowers and turning over soil and breaking up mulch and pruning trees and cleaning out my potting area.

Hope y'all find all your Easter eggs. (No May surprises later-- that's just nasty.)