Poppy found an intact bird's nest on the ground outside, made an origami bird for it, created a tree for the nest and bird, and left it by the front door.
It seemed a suitably Easter-y decoration, so I didn't move it.
There's always an Easter egg hunt at school the Wednesday before Easter. The high schoolers hide the eggs for the elementary kids to find. This year, there was terrible wind, so all the eggs had to be secured into something so they didn't blow away.
Egg in a bush.
It was also very windy on Holy Thursday when we went to Mass at the other church we sometimes go to, in the village ten miles in the opposite direction. A cat had sheltered itself from the wind in the window well at the end of our pew, and it stayed there the whole time.
Holy cat.
On Easter morning, I had to leave before seven to open up the church and make sure everything was ready, which meant we were not doing any egg finding or baskets before church. My parents had sent Easter cards to all the kids, so I put those at their places at the table, along with my grandmother's tea cups containing Cadbury mini eggs.
Because chocolate for breakfast is an Easter tradition.
Then there was church.
Easter altar.
Then our egg hunt at home. I didn't get a photo of the dyed eggs this year, but we dyed them with paprika, curry powder, and pickled beet juice, and they came out well. Also, the weather had improved, so we could have the egg hunt outside, which is always better.
Next, baskets hidden inside the house.
The only thing I actually bought for these were the books*. My sister and mom provided everything else. Hooray for family.
The weather was nice enough that the children played outside all day, which was really nice.
We had our Easter dinner around 5:30 p.m. My sister was here, and our priest joined us, so we had a full table for the ham, etc.
The MiL had sent a box of treats, so I used my grandmother's tea cups again to set out a selection of chocolates to supplement the strawberry-rhubarb pie I had made.
Peeps donated by the guy who runs the tiny store in the village. Alcohol donated by my sister. I did actually buy champagne myself, but it was in the refrigerator.
* This year's books were Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's Farm, The Dog Who Wouldn't Be, Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, and Primitive Wilderness Living and Survival Skills: Naked Into the Wilderness.
5 comments:
Oh, The Dog Who Wouldn't Be is a great book. I should get that for my son to read for homeschooling.
Lovely origami bird- clever of Miss Poppy!
I just love Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle.
I know your baked goods don’t always look Martha Stewart-esque 😉 (I’m thinking of your cakes), but that pie is beautiful! (Hopefully it’s ok to tease people you don’t know in real life. 🙂)
Cheryl in IL
It is definitely okay (for me). And it's beautiful because my sister did the lattice and decorations on the top. :-)
Mrs. Piggle Wiggle author Betty MacDonald wrote another children's book, Nancy and Plum. She also wrote several wonderful adult books: The Egg and I, The Plague and I (about her time in a TB sanitarium in the 1930s); Anybody Can Do Anything (set in Seattle during the Great Depression and my personal favorite) and Onions in the Stew.
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