A rare selfie at a track meet in which I am not hiding from the blazing sun under my dorky Mom hat.
The sun was just starting to come out, but most of the meet was cool, cloudy, and windy. Except for the wind, it was such a relief.
After a too-long hiatus from running, I'm easing myself back in with intervals of running and walking.
This week's intervals were too random for me to remember easily, so I wrote it on my hand. I felt kind of like a fourth grader trying to remember homework.
The last of the spring bulbs bloomed in the heat just before Easter and we had a very random assortment on the table.
So long, daffodils and tulips.
And now I have some very exotic flowers on the bookcase, thanks to the purchased flowers for the Easter altar.
The only time of year I'll have store-bought flowers in my house.
Speaking of the altar flowers, I've started culling the wilting ones and rearranging what's left every week until I don't have any in good shape anymore. For this week, I used all the flowers in the arrangement in front of the lectern to fill in the main arrangement where I had to take flowers out. I also cut some lilacs to help fill things out.
More purple in it now, which is not totally liturgically correct for Easter, but oh well.
The arrangements on the saints' pedestals had held up pretty well and only needed a little re-arranging.
The potted hyacinths and tulips had finished blooming, so I just took those home and left the Easter lilies in front of the Holy Family.
Finally, as always, we dyed our hardboiled eggs for our after-church Easter egg hunt and then I made them into deviled eggs.
I am very basic with my deviled eggs: just mayonnaise, mustard, salt, and pepper in the mashed yolks, with paprika on top.
One of our guests at dinner had never heard of doing an egg hunt with real eggs. He's seventeen, so maybe it's a generational thing? I don't remember plastic eggs being a big thing when I was a kid, but it does seem to be all you see now. I refuse just because I'm stubborn and I don't like plastic. Nor do I wish to have more seasonal things to store. Plus, then we wouldn't have deviled eggs after church.
I concede that I am counter-cultural in this, however. As in so many other things.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
8 comments:
I always admire your in-house bouquets. I assume because I live where it’s always green and flowering, I rarely think to bring them inside. This winter we had a few days of very cold weather for here that really damaged our tropical plants. My husband and I are digging out a row of dead ixoras this weekend.
When I was a kid, it was always real eggs, but they had to be counted beforehand and afterward to make sure we didn’t miss any. Nowadays, it’s plastic eggs filled with nonmelting candies. It’s too hot here at Easter for chocolate outside.
Try a can of deviled ham spread mixed in. Gives a different taste.
I prefer plastic eggs that we reuse as only one or two people here like hard boiled eggs. I think I've had most of these eggs for at least 6 years. We didn't even color any eggs this year ( I usually color raw eggs because they're pretty and gives kids an activity on Good Friday).
We hard boil eggs and dye them, but I don't hide them after an unfortunate incident when one wasn't found. Until later. I hide jelly beans and don't bother with plastic eggs, I just hide the jellybeans.
We had a warm-up (or 2) and then a freeze. And not a 30 degree freeze, but a 26 degree one. That morning, one of the tulips I can see out my kitchen window looked sad. It was bowed down. But as the day warmed, it perked up. That surprised me. The asparagus that happened to be big enough did not perk up, but more are coming up!
Also, we dye eggs to eat (and take to Easter potluck breakfast between the services) AND have a stash of (now very old) plastic eggs for treats and hiding.
And I am not Anonymous. I am Jody S. I guess I wasn't signed in.
Glad to hear you’re back to running, and the flowers still look beautiful. Thinking none of the parishioners, or even the priest for that matter, are concerned with purple in the mix.
I grew up in rural FL, doing real egg hunts in our church graveyard. The adults always hid one Golden Egg, which was a pantyhose egg full of loot. Everyone got candy, collecting the most eggs was more so a point of honor. We didn’t hunt for candy, because it would have melted in the sun. Afterwards, we would all sit around and eat the hard boiled Easter eggs and candy. The trouble is that it is pretty hot in FL by Easter and the dye would seep through the shells and the eggs would be pretty warm by the time they were all found. I never felt like it was a good idea to eat these. But no one got sick that I remember!
-Tarynkay
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