Just what I needed

Today was one of those gray spring days, when you are stuck in status.   You just need a touch of sunlight, and there it is; in your mailbox a letter from a friend.  Thank you!

Reading

I purchased "Masterpiece"  by Elise Broach at the bookstore yesterday.  I started reading while waiting for my mother to finish her shopping.  What a cute book.  It may be sold as a children's book, but it explores friendship in a way that we should all understand.

Mollie

I notice one of the pins that I made a while back reminds me of Mollie.  What do you think?

More Rain

April showers bring April flowers.  I just had to show you a few more shots of my mother's lovely garden.

Rain

April showers have appeared assisting in the creation of Spring green.

Mom's Spring Garden

The primroses are in bloom!  They make a lovely border to the walk.

If you look

If you look you may find beauty!  Mollie and I saw many signs of spring during our Sunday morning walk.  Mollie is getting more patient with my stopping to take pictures.  The clouds were lovely.  And while trees are blooming in town, the canyon is about two week behind.  So I get to enjoy spring twice.  I hope that you will take a moment in your day to look for beauty!

Creative Play

My latest attempt in playing with watercolor.

As winter melts into spring

The light of spring shall soon melt the shadow snow of winter.

Watercolor cyclamen

More snow... the poor weather and housebound boredom forces me to paint potted plants.  My mother's cyclamen.

My poor flowers

The forecasted snow is coming down.  It is a wet heavy snow.  Oh, my poor flowers.

Easter Basket

My mother filled my Easter basket with colorful, blooming Rannuculus plants.  They came in yellow, orange, red, pink, and white.  I planted them in a pot for the patio.  Now I am hoping that the forecasted snow, doesn't freeze them or break them down.

Eastering

Eastering has been a tradition in my family.  My grandfather loved the tradition.  On the Saturday before Easter, he would have the grandchildren, their parents and friends all dress warmly for an eastering outing.  

The grandchildren would climb into his work truck, an old green Ford  with Bachman Plumbing painted on the cab door.  The parents would get into their cars.  We would all drive as a caravan to the foothills.  

On the way, grandpa would always choose to drive through a creek.  He would stop in the middle, tell all the children in the truck bed he was stuck and make them get out to push.  This usually lead to at least one or two of the older children throwing in one of the other cousins (often my sister, she was always good at taking teasing).

On reaching the foothills, we would unload.  Campfires would be started, hot dogs and marshmallows would be roasted accompanied by a picnic spread.  After lunch, grandpa would take us for a hike.  

On the hike we would collect snail shells, and drop oranges into an irrigation cistern to see from which pipe they would exit.  We carved our initials in the oranges.  Mmm, the fresh scent of orange peel.  The oranges tasted better after being sent through the cold water in the irrigation pipes.  Or may be it was just what we needed at that point in the hike.  At a certain time in the hike grandpa would say it was time to return. 

We would return to camp, at the camp grandma and our mothers would tell us that the Easter bunny had visited, and had hid our baskets.  The Easter bunny hid baskets in trees, behind rocks, on fence post and a variety of other places.  Our basket would be filled with candy and treats, which we would happily eat or trade on the return ride.  

Our eastering tradition would also include buttercup hunts.  We would stop at a sagebrush covered field and search for yellow bell Fritillarias.  The children would call "here buttercup," and then call out when they found one.  We would take bouquets of this flower to our mothers.  Yellow bells use to be quite numerous.  I did not find out until College that this flower grows from a corm and must go to seed to reproduce.  In later years, we stopped this tradition.

Over the years the tradition has changed.  After my grandfather passed away,  my aunts and uncles started having their own eastering outings, preferring smaller family gathers.  The memories of eastering with grandpa still remain.  Recently my cousin and I enjoyed a moment or two discussing our eastering memories.

Today, my mother had an eastering outing for her grandchildren, children and friends.  We skipped the hot dogs, but enjoyed a picnic  inside as the weather was uncooperative.  We had snow overnight.

We went for  a hike.  My brother took his 5 year old son in a "Radio Flyer" antique/old wagon; upon returning the Easter bunny had hidden baskets for all of us.  Our baskets are not so filled with candy now, more often toys and games.  A continuation of tradition....