March has ended in triumph. The snow is almost all gone. The daffodils Henry and I planted in November are pushing up through the ground. The trees are laced with buds. The days have lengthened and warmed.
We had our friends and their two children come over for Easter dinner (a vegetarian shepherd's pie) and any time I held the baby, Henry would come and hold my leg and asked to be carried too. He would not share his toys or his high chair---such pure unrestrained jealousy and possessiveness. That too is innocence.
The Easter bunny arrived while Henry napped after church and he was fairly well able to restrain himself from finding all of the chocolates before our guests arrived. He was not too interested in chocolates it has to be said. Like father like son. Maybe next year I'll have to try jelly beans.
Going back to last weekend, we drove down to Buffalo to meet up with my brother's family at the zoo to celebrate my niece's 4th birthday. It was wonderful to see the two cousins connecting and being silly together.
And finally, the Easter basket was made, paid and displayed. It was beautiful and hopeful and cathartic.
Emily and Henry at the zoo Bearstro.
My first sprouted bulb.
Throwing rocks down at the Beach.
In memory of my mother and grandmother.
You live on in my heart.