We headed up north to the farm for Easter Weekend. Rather a chilly Easter for the summer temps we were experiencing in March. But despite weather, we spend time with family which is most important.
We slipped over to Uncle Art's and Aunt Cloris' farm for awhile and Connor was smitten with Uncle Art's scroll saw. Okay, okay, I was admittedly smitten too. One could really get hooked on that! Connor and I cut out a bunny, horse, and a J-hawk. Come over and ask about it and he'll show you. .
We attempted church service at a nearby town church and come find out the next day that mass was at 7pm, not at the standard 5:30pm time. We tried to convince G&G to convert to Catholicism because the services are so short, but they didn't buy it!
Then the kids did their traditional nests of clothes that they wore the night before Easter. While lying down for bed, I reminisced and told stories of Easters past and where the bunny had hid my baskets, so they would have some ideas to look for their baskets.
Connor protecting his eggs that were hidden all around the livingroom.
Miss O has been anxiously awaiting Easter morning too, right around Ash Wednesday to be exact! She was delighted to find her basket behind the couch and see all the goods!
It was so nice to see my Aunt Debbie and Uncle Paul, Cousin Amanda and her kiddos. And I soaked in our afternoon conversation, satiated from Mom's ham balls and other traditional nummies. We witnessed Easter through our children: bigger cousins hiding eggs outside and younger ones on the search.
Matilda & Teagan spy the eggs by the swing set.
Austin, Jesup, and Connor are allowed to find the ones knees and higher!
The children entertained themselves; Olivia was delighted to play with Matilda and our afternoon followed by a dinner of left-overs.
On our way back home, we watched the sun get smaller with this brilliant sunset and it was a great bookend to our holiday weekend.
I also think that this beautiful sunset was requested by my great-Aunt Agnes who passed away on good Friday. We lifted her up in celebration by talking about our memories of her. She was one to bring up the latest controversial issues at family get-togethers (Bill Clinton's issues during his presidency, Priests and their doings, etc. etc.). I told my mother that Aunt Agnes would be singing, "Here comes Peter Cottontail . . . ." if she was at Easter this year. And she had a sly way of bringing attention to her new clothes: "Do I have a spot on my shirt?" I always adored her sense of humor!
God Bless you, great-Aunt Agnes.
We will always remember you.
