It's official. Our final snow was on March 20th--the first day of spring, and we got about three inches. One last snowy, winter-wonderland blast.
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Snowdrops blooming in the snow. |
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New Jersey Cotton |
In the two-and-a-half weeks since our last snow, we have watched the grass emerge from beneath its winter blanket. In the past two-and-a-half days, we have watched it turn
green. Yesterday, suddenly, a tree budded out. Amazing.
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Same tree. |
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Snow Drops sans snow |
Since this isn't our own yard and we have never been here in spring, we have no idea what's going to come up next. J was the first to find some bulbs pushing up. Yesterday, some started blooming.
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Hyacinth? |
Today we had yet another marker of spring: the return of the frogs.
In all, there's a glorious picture of new life breaking through death: perfectly timed this year with Easter.
We had a delightful and comparatively quiet celebration here in our temporary home. The children were able to participate in not one but
two Easter egg hunts--one in this huge yard, and one after the service at church.
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Ready to go a-hunting |
Here's Wombles, giddily pointing out one of Nutmeg's pink eggs. For the past several years we have color-coded the kids' eggs, meaning we can aim to vary difficulty in age-appropriate ways.
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As usual, Caesar wanted little to do with the shenanigans. |
For a few minutes in the midst, a bald eagle circled above our yard.
This year, we did not have our usual Easter seder meal. We celebrated more simply, with a feast but without a lot of trappings. We had the pleasure of hosting one of J's former students over the weekend, and he was a trooper about joining the boys in sports play when they asked (which was often). Sunday afternoon, he and Bud took on J and Wombles in football. One of the late plays in the game, fourth-(or more)-and long:
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First Down! |
I hope you had a wonderful Easter, and that wherever you are--even in those perennially warm sorts of places, like South Georgia and Southern California--you are able to have eyes wide open to spring and all of its messy and bright beauty.
Ah! I love it. Snow drops are a riot. All growth and eagerness in the midst of snow. Also, M and her pink purse in that Easter photo are killing me. So good. Love from (Southern) California --M
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