Easter

Is it my imagination or is Easter coming early this year?  My seasons are all out of sync since we got the 10 days of really warm weather back in the beginning of March, but it's only the first week of April and here comes the Easter bunny!

 Easter is not a particularly important aspect of my life since my religious attendance ended when my parents became serious golfers.  I do remember long sad church services with lots of very long organ solos.  I also remember the headaches I used to get when my Easter hat tried to drill into my skull between my ears, and that we had to fast until after church.  I also remember trying to locate my white cotton gloves that were always hidden in my sock drawer between Easter services.  That was many years and several provinces ago.

When our sons were small we used to hide the small foil-wrapped eggs around the house but our cat at the time, Smokey, thought they were kitty soccer balls.  We would find those little eggs in the most peculiar places for several months after the Easter egg hunt was officially over.  Of course since our sons are adult now, we haven't hidden eggs for many years, but I think the teenaged Huck would reach new levels of creativity.  

When the boys became teenagers, I always bought them embarrassing boxer shorts for the holidays.  When my daughter in law joined the family I got to shop in the girls' department for the first time, and I've had a lot of fun buying her cute camisoles and panties.  I would never venture to buy her a bra, because there is such a large scope for error.


I treat everyone to one piece of very nice chocolate, as opposed to baskets and baskets full of the waxy milk chocolate that's available at this time of year.  Do you remember the baskets full of fake plastic grass with hollow chocolate bunnies and marshmallow eggs, not to mention the multicoloured eggs like jellybeans on steroids?  I think this cartoon pretty much describes their life on Easter morning!


This year our oldest son is not coming home for Easter, and I won't be cooking a special dinner.  Instead we've been invited to my daughter in law's mother's trailer (my co-mother in law?).  It is a really strange feeling to not be scurrying all over town picking up turkey and all the trimmings, and I feel like I'm forgetting to do something.  I didn't cook a Christmas dinner this year and now I'm excused from Easter duty, so I feel like I'm malingering. 

It seems like only yesterday we were newly married and we travelled to our parents for all the celebrations.  Then I took over and cooked all the celebratory meals, and I can see into the future when our sons and their families will be cooking for us.  As the seasons change, so do our lives.