Wishing everyone who celebrates spring holidays a happy and blessed day. No matter what religion one espouses, spring is always a time of great renewal of our earth as flowers blossom, trees burst forth with new leaves, and there seems to be an air of great anticipation and eagerness about us. So I hope all my friends who read this feel that sense of renewal and excitement in their lives.
Some of my perennials in pots are blooming. This one was put in a double pot for the winter to help protect it from the cold. Covered it when it got down to freezing or below here. So happy to see the bright yellow flowers. The pot is in my front flower bed that I can see through my office window. When it’s time to look away from the computer screen I can see these guys.
Or these pretty “people flowers” as my mother used to call them. She always saw smiling faces in them. Do you?
This iris that has such an unusual color is on a plant I rescued from a house that was abandoned. It was in a pot and not getting water unless it rained, so I would water it. One day I just dragged the pot home, asked someone to dig holes for me, separated the large plant, and have two clusters. Buds all over both ready to burst into glorious color.
Now, for a bit of holiday fun, here is an excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and A Paycheck. It’s a compilation of some of the columns I wrote for a Dallas suburban newspaper when I was known as the Erma Bombeck of Plano. It was a comparison I took with great pride and appreciation.
Holidays are definitely more fun when children are young and Santa and the Easter Bunny are given more deference than Mom. We grown-ups can delight in a child’s excitement about one of those benevolent creatures, and maybe even for a little while forget that mature people aren’t supposed to believe any more.
With as many kids as we had, we were able to keep that magic of childhood belief for a long time, right about until the twins turned seven. That was the year I realized we had probably just experienced our “swan song” when it came to the delights of the Easter Bunny.
I got my first hint of this impending change one day when the twins had been playing out in the garage, and they came bursting in the back door, falling all over each other with excitement and questions.
“Guess what we just found!”
“A bag full of Easter baskets.”
“Oh … “
“And they looked just like our baskets from last year.”
“Yeah. And you said you gave our baskets back to the Easter Bunny last year.”
“Maybe he forgot them. He’s very busy you know.”
“Do you think he’ll remember to come and get them in time to fill them with candy this year?”
“Oh, I’m sure he will.”
“How does the Easter Bunny know they’re out there in that black bag?”
“He has his ways. He’s a very smart rabbit.”
That seemed to satisfy them, at least temporarily, but I knew it wouldn’t last for long. In time, the Easter Bunny and Santa and the Tooth Fairy would all be outed, but in my eternal optimism, I kept hoping for one more year.
By evening on Easter Sunday, however, my hopes were dashed as I overheard the twins in their room comparing the remains of their baskets.
“Hey, look! I’ve got four marshmallow eggs and 25 jelly beans left.”
“I’ve got two squishy chicks and lots of trash.”
“That was a lot of candy. The Easter Bunny must have stayed up all night making it.”
“Aw, he didn’t make it. I saw it all last week when I went with Mom to Target.”
That’s all from me for today folks. I do hope your Sunday is a good one, sharing fun and good food with family and friends.