Pretty spring pictures all in a scroll exemplify the beauty and wonder of Easter week.
During this time I like to step back from the keyboard to stop and smell the roses.
Garden roses in a simple vase placed atop a crochet doily, a stemmed compote dish waiting to be filled with the pear preserves, and family recipes handwritten on timeworn index cards and scratch pieces of paper spring to mind memories of Easter week travels over to Texas to visit my great-grandparents.
My mother came across a handwritten letter from my great-grandmother while spring cleaning. I’ve asked my mother many times if she remembered the address of their house, but she couldn’t recall what it was.
When she found the letter, there it was in the top left hand corner of the envelope.
One Google search later and we were home again on 8th Avenue.
They say you can’t go back, but for a minute it was Easter in Texas at Mama and Papas.
Spring’s arrival boasts a reawakening of colors on Easter parade and inspires a renewal of spirit.
“The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.”
-Harriet Ann Jacobs