tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post6694349838455666720..comments2023-11-02T03:49:31.752-07:00Comments on Almost Paradisical: Spring and EasterKathleen Overbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684519598333961438noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-67453431304953800332010-04-05T03:17:54.737-07:002010-04-05T03:17:54.737-07:00Rows and rows of tulips in rainbow fields. I have ...Rows and rows of tulips in rainbow fields. I have a few on my kitchen table right now. <br /><br />I saw a neatly dressed family walking in to church on Easter morning, then the father hit his little boy hard while the rest of the family looked on. It was a bit disturbing to drive past this as we were looking for parking. I hope they had a better Easter after attending the service together...<br /><br />Nice reflections on the fullness of the season.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-75667383792339351502010-04-04T20:49:19.307-07:002010-04-04T20:49:19.307-07:00Aw...rainbow sandwiches! What a description! I&#...Aw...rainbow sandwiches! What a description! I'm thinking the tulip fields are all mine on Tuesday!Melisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09909361834192401492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-63879722643255301992010-04-04T06:41:25.827-07:002010-04-04T06:41:25.827-07:00This may be strange to some, but I have never cele...This may be strange to some, but I have never celebrated Easter collectively or as a family, it was not part of our tradition (for some of the reasons you've mentioned). I have taken to celebrating quietly by myself, though. It is comforting to see it celebrated simply.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10565768346237282648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-50166806473123202002010-04-04T04:18:53.494-07:002010-04-04T04:18:53.494-07:00When I was a child, Easter was a gigantic chocolat...When I was a child, Easter was a gigantic chocolate bunny and eggs in snowbanks. My friends all got new clothes--from underwear up. And they went to church. I'm so glad it's more for me now. So much more.<br /><br />He is risen! It's a new day!Sandra Heska Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770393615748405966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-80059120539737481552010-04-03T19:59:06.658-07:002010-04-03T19:59:06.658-07:00What sweet, sweet pictures you give me tonight. Of...What sweet, sweet pictures you give me tonight. Of course, we did not celebrate Easter when I was a child. But most of our living consisted of humble moments such as you describe.<br /><br />So beautiful. Sometimes I forget the beauty that was there with the pain.<br /><br />Oh, Happy resurrection day, Kathleen. We are all made new!Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263995875732832349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-45789617735334085592010-04-03T19:45:43.433-07:002010-04-03T19:45:43.433-07:00Thank you for this. It expresses my feelings exact...Thank you for this. It expresses my feelings exactly. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-86626100105176945632010-04-03T17:32:34.194-07:002010-04-03T17:32:34.194-07:00I hear a poem in the rainbow sandwiches. :)
I kno...I hear a poem in the rainbow sandwiches. :)<br /><br />I know what you mean about feeling sorry for the kids who are supposed to be having a good time, but they know the difference somehow.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-85334072436250626202010-04-03T17:29:08.845-07:002010-04-03T17:29:08.845-07:00hither and yon...
i bet those tulips were a pretty...hither and yon...<br />i bet those tulips were a pretty sight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-39790044259019710982010-04-03T16:47:49.317-07:002010-04-03T16:47:49.317-07:00Your memories are rich in imagery ... how blessed ...Your memories are rich in imagery ... how blessed we are that you write.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-49708978311927458792010-04-03T15:14:23.422-07:002010-04-03T15:14:23.422-07:00I'm just back from a day's outing to the A...I'm just back from a day's outing to the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore. We try to visit at least once a year. I told my husband as we left that I think it's important people see this art, which literally is made of found materials and whatever issues from the imagination--and visionary and poignant it is. Reading this post is like an extension of that visit, reminding that all around us is the stuff of art and life, and if we take a moment to look, we make something real of it. Thank you. Blessings on this Holy Saturday.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515773990685399163.post-3766947403541262402010-04-03T15:13:39.770-07:002010-04-03T15:13:39.770-07:00I remember we used to gather up the eggs and leave...I remember we used to gather up the eggs and leave them in our basket - unrefrigerated for over a week - and still eat them..and they were fine!!! I also remember these marshmallow hard egg things that used to sit in our basket and would somehow every year end up underneath our baseboard heaters and turn into the hardest rocks when we would find them months later. But perhaps the Easter Basket goodies story I like the most is my very Catholic grandparents bringing over the Russell Stover solid chocolate crosses in the white box...good God..I can't remember if they were crucifixes or not...they might as well have been. But we used to eat the cross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Something just seems horribly wrong with that!!! - JennyJennynoreply@blogger.com