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More Eggs than Buns

Despite our excitement, Good Friday was a difficult day here. There are times when I just cannot make merry, no matter how much it is needed. That is life, you know?  The loneliness is crippling at times, truly, and even now, Mike is not here.  He had to go to Georgia for a party his sisters were having and it just didn't seem fitting for the rest of us to go (though we thought about it!).  He'll be back this afternoon and we'll have a little bit of a family Easter before another week of travel.

Hot Cross Buns

Onward, though!  We did, in spite of rampant sadness, get those buns made.
We milled the flour, kneaded the dough, shaped the buns, and put on the crosses.
We made eight stops for bun delivery and spent awhile at Carrie's house.
Mike had gotten back from his trip, so we picked him up and had some time at home.

The Egg Tree

Here's our egg tree, inspired by The Egg Tree.
What a sweet story that is, if you haven't read it.
No real eggs, I know, though the children really want to blow eggs.
We had these leftover from last year's Easter sticks, just perfect.
Next year (maybe), we'll try blown eggs.

Egg Arounds

We colored eggs yesterday, as always.
I employed some really old Egg Arounds from my childhood.
I was thinking that they would protect them from Laurel.
She would rather climb trees!

Hiding 1

So, Becky stood by her tree while I hid eggs.
It was so nice to have a guest to add some cheer.
I love this little egg, by the way.  Love it.

Hiding 3

The children had great fun hunting the eggs.
I hid them in Don and Enid's yard, figuring it has been a mighty long time since there has been an egg hunt there.

Hiding 4

Willow made this little bunny.  Oh, the sweetness of childhood drawings.
It's sitting on an old stone hearth where the Rolands spent many happy evenings with friends.

Hunting Eggs

The children really took over on things this year. I can see how traditions have taken hold and their skills have grown from one year to the next. They almost didn't need me to color eggs (though I was on hand to urge them to let them soak a bit longer).  We had one egg casualty--I had just hidden Willow's favorite purple egg and Laurel came right over and stepped on it.  Crunch.  She didn't know I had put it there and never noticed what had happened.  Oh, well.  I told the children it would be a treat for some neighborhood critter.

Wishing you all a Happy Easter!

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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