I don't live FAR from home, but I live far enough away that visiting is considered a trip. This is the first year in a number of years that my parents haven't visited me for Easter. I am lucky that my parents are still able to make the 4.5 hour drive, and while I love them with all my heart sometimes it's nice to celebrate a holiday on your own.
On the downside, I don't have an Easter basket this year. I know! I'm 35 and I can get my own damn basket, but it's sweet getting one from mom.
I celebrated Easter in the garden this year. I keep thinking the butterfly garden is DONE and then another plant catches my eye. Today it was Joystick Lilac. Ages ago I told my therapist that I didn't think suicidal people gardened. Maybe I was saying it to reassure myself that while I was depressed, I was okay.
I still think this though. Sure, it overly simplifies a complicated issue but think about it. Planting a garden means that you are looking forward to watching something thrive. Not only are you looking forward to it, you're planning to stick around and help it.
I finally got around to weeding and planting the vegetable garden, too. I have the worst farmer's tan I've ever had in my life, and I'm really tired. Even though I want a nap something awful, I had a great time today.
I love this time of year. The dogwood is in full bloom and the azalea bushes are loaded with buds. A lot of the things that I planted last year are coming back to life.
I didn't spend Easter Sunday in church, but believe me when I tell you I was surrounded by the power of resurrection.
