I am almost ready for the weekend and celebrating Easter. Almost. As you might have guessed, I have a master list that I keep checking and making sure I don't forget something important. So far, I think I am on top of being a thorough list crafting individual.
Growing up, Easter was visiting both grandmas and eating two dinners. I loved the deviled eggs, decorated hard boiled eggs, pickles (yes on the same plate as those eggs) and lots of potato salad. Jello desserts were plentiful and you couldn't walk by the dining table without grabbing something to stick in your mouth whether you were hungry or not. This was the only time my mother was not monitoring my candy intake and I took advantage of that leniency.
Easter was potted bulbs as gifts and the car getting crazy dizzy from the perfumed aroma. Hyacinths were the worst offenders. We climbed into an orange Chevy Nova with cookie trays and flowers, wearing our Easter dresses. My mom bought me a new dress and a pair of shoes every Easter and Christmas. Easter was white tights and white shoes (of course) and I'd try my best not to scuff those white shoes.
At church the Easter Sunday Mass was over-crowded, standing room only. The air was thick with church flowers, perfume and cologne. For some reason a sense of smell permeates my memories! Church today doesn't seem as crowded and maybe I'm loosing my olfactory acuity.
My sister and I would look for our baskets and picking through the assorted candies. I remember sitting outside on my backyard swing, eating a little chocolate bunny - ears always first. Trying to make that piece of chocolate last forever. Sunshine, swinging and chocolate - a child's dream.
I hope your weekend is filled with beautiful flowers with glorious scents that remind you of previous springs. I hope you are surrounded by loved ones and are eating some fantastic food.