For several years, these came my way for one reason or another, and they gravitated to this basket, where they have lived for a long time. Of those I purchased for myself, I often purchased an identical one for Dearest Sister. And there are toothmarks in one. For a time, the basket was on the floor. Best Dog Ever thought mistakenly the eggs were for chasing once upon a time.
We had snow last night, but with blue skies today, there are sparkly diamonds all over the backyard. Really cold diamonds, but pretty, nonetheless. I bet those out for the sunrise services were bundled up this morning.
This has been one low-key Easter for me, especially in comparison to the marathons that Easter weekends used to be. I do not mind the change. The difference gives me a chance to reflect on the necessity of all what I did. I sure thought it important at the time, but part of that reality was the importance it gave me, as the minister's wife, I feel now.
I am not speaking of the mom/family stuff. I am glad I made all those big collared, low waisted dresses for the daughters, much to their delight, I might add! (They still talk about them fondly, really they do!) I am very thankful I took the time, and stayed up late, to prepare Easter baskets for them each year. And when we were close enough to celebrate with the extended family, the Easter gatherings were something to remember fondly, and we do.
I recieved photos on my phone this morning from Youngest Daughter of Grandbebe Girl with her Easter basket. She had prepared plastic eggs, glued shut with buttons inside, to make rattles. I contributed the buttons, from my old buttons. Middle Daughter asked if I had made an Easter basket for the Grandbebe Girl, and I told her, no...that's for her momma to do.
I am off to finish up the Bebe Sockees. Almost done, with only the very last toe decreases to complete! Then I must CO another magic loop sock of one sort or another, before I forget....or rather...to reinforce and strengthen...the technique. After all, I have lots of sock yarn.
2 comments:
Your photographs are remarkably beautiful. I love everything but perhaps your dog with a jaunty scarf is the best.
I also am amazed by the diamonds in your yard. That's such a nifty way to perceive it. You have a gift for great metaphor.
Doulton from Ravelry
Those are beautiful eggs!
I found you from ravelry.
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