Happy Easter

Today marks the fifth day in a row I've had to stay inside, my winter pallor returning. My room's finished finally and I've decluttered even more, freeing myself up for my next life venture which will primarily be food self-sufficiency. Like I'm gonna leave the farm when the kids are grown? Not likely.

I have plans today after the nine o'clock church service that'll keep me again out of the gardens. No, I'm not headed to a Braves game.

Last night our church had an early Easter Service hoping the regulars will attend and free up the sanctuary this morning for all the folks who only come on Christmas and Easter, something my Preacher Dad pointed out to us years and years ago. Chuck had ushered last night, thus the lovely Easter photo of their family.

I'll sit with the most spectacularly under-budget, stunning Sarah in her vintage prom dress she purchased 15 years ago in a thrift store dragging it out each Easter, while I'll wear my usual black-on-black color-challenged ensemble, oh heck maybe I'll wear a blouse of a different hue. But I sure as heck ain't gonna put on a dress. I'm afraid this could happen to me too. I laugh each time I see this.

My strawberries are starting to bear, Lily picked me a handful yesterday, making me so dang giddy with anticipation.

A big shout-out to Gina for taking CW to get his hair cut at that ultra-trendy place. Y'all know I'd have had a fit sitting there trying to behave amongst the hipsters, genetically unable to keep my comments to myself. CW's always been a gentleman and claims he'd never be embarrassed by my antics, but yesterday might have strained his assumption if I'd been the one cooling my heels while they tediously worked on his hair.

Gina and Lily'd gone to a nearby thrift store, bored with the wait, only to have Gina vehemently object to paying $4 for a coffee mug she'd liked. That's my daughter. Around here we call it 'pulling a Grandma' as my own mother goes politely nuts regarding high prices.