I think I am cracking up.
An Easter celebration that will be remembered forever. As I am writing this blog post, I am looking out over our residents’ park across the street from our house. It is a wet Easter Sunday here, on the chilly side, but it makes me smile to see a family with three young kids, armed with baskets, roaming in the park and searching for eggs. It is good to know that there is still some fun in this lockdown for the youngest.
I got up very early this morning in order to bake the traditional, plaited Easter bread that had been proofing in the kitchen overnight. Getting up early was worth it. We had a delicious Easter breakfast, and we painted our eggs before we cracked them.
And an update: This time last year, Flat Richie arrived in Tennessee to stay with Monica. So here is a look at the log book from stop 11 on the journey.
Memories of happier times, eh? But let’s not think it is all over. We’ll have our freedom again. And the more we all comply with the restrictions *now*, the earlier the fight against the virus may be won.
And now I am off to finally eat my Easter chocolate.
Stay safe, lovelies! xx