“Welcome happy morning, age to age shall say!”
This was my mother’s favorite Easter hymn, and it is one of mine as well. Its message of hope transfers regardless of your religion – or lack thereof. Spring is such a time of renewal and promise, a refreshing re-start for the earth, when all things once dormant and tired begin to wake with new energy.
Although this is the first year I’ve not put together Easter baskets for the kids (though Tyler did get a care package with chocolate eggs! and Clara got a card, far away in France), I am celebrating the day nonetheless, and in one of the most beautiful places, the mountains of southwest Virginia. It is a gift of a day, with bright sunshine and cool temperatures. A walk in the woods this morning revealed dogwood blossoms, fiddlehead ferns and barely budding trees everywhere. This afternoon, we’ll dig into the earth to help friends start their garden, then celebrate the rebirth of the season with a meal. I expect lots of locally grown food, excellent company, and live music from whoever remembers to bring a guitar or a banjo along.
Happy Easter, everyone!
About Me
- Ginny
- There's no denying that 50 is middle aged, but can I really have reached this point, when I still feel more like 23? I am an independent writer and editor, and the mother of Tyler (21) and Clara (18), dog Nala and cat Milky. I get to write stories for a living, selling to newspapers and magazines; you'll see my work most frequently in Bethesda Magazine and the Takoma Park Newsletter, which I edit. I dance, do yoga, bike through Sligo Creek Park, and tend a (currently unkempt) vegetable garden for the miracle of growing things I can eat. I live in Takoma Park, Maryland.
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