This Easter time of year beckons the real season of spring. Where there may still be a few chilly mornings, we are certain that there will not be another freeze in South Texas.
And though the bluebonnets are fading, other wildflowers are taking over the landscape.
Spring brings new life … as does Easter and celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
On the fun and family side of the holiday, I miss the days of dyeing and hiding eggs for my kids. I miss the big family celebrations of ham, scalloped potatoes and homemade ice cream.
When I was young, my Great Aunt Maudie and Cousin Vernon Ellinghausen brought us some dyed Easter chicks. They were so cute. Green, pink and blue fluffs of feathers were housed in a shallow box with holes and sat on our back porch during our company’s visit.
We lived on the outskirts of town (the country) and had an old outside Weimaraner named Bing. He was a sweet old dog – except for that day.
I went out to check on our newest little pets and not one of them was in the box. Around the corner came Bing and to my horror, there were green, pink and blue feathers surrounding his mouth. Talk about being devastated. Poor Bing, he had no idea he was doing anything wrong. My oldest brother still brings up this story every year around this time. I’m always saddened but his memory is peppered with laughter – his humor is a bit more warped than mine.
The way I see it, here’s to a lovely Easter weekend, with lots of eggs – dyed, boiled, deviled, candy and hidden – to your heart’s content. Live chicks? Not so much.
SUE BROWN is a columnist of the Pleasanton Express. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.