Easter was quiet around our house this year. After a week of Bret being gone we were glad to have a day together. Our stretch of cold, gray, wet days was broken, if only for the holiday. In the afternoon we headed to an area of trails not too far from our house to soak in some sunshine and look for treasures offered by the changing season.
Even though the calendar doesn’t always reflect it, to me Easter feels like the beginning of Spring. I start to see signs big and small of the earth waking from it’s winter hibernation.
Green on the trees in the palest of shades, as if they have been washed with the faintest of watercolor.
Blossoms on the trees leaving a fragrance of sweetness in the air.
The appearance of dandelions and many, many bouquets of these “beautiful yellow flowers!”
Spending all our time outside. Only coming in as the sun is going down, the boys dirty and spent from the fresh air and activity. It’s all worth the winter wait.
I hope you all had a wonderful Easter too!