Easter's meant to be a time when we take time to focus on rebirth and miracles. But growing up northern Minnesota, my memories of Easter aren't of sunny Easter egg hunts out on the rolling green hills, but of running through the sleet and snow out to the car and spending the ride to church shivering in a breezy spring dress.
This year's late Easter actually gave us Northerners a chance to get in on the whole spring nature of the holiday. Sure, the lake ice is still lingering on, but the ice is growing darker every day; open water must be close at hand. And although it did snow (AGAIN) on Saturday, yesterday dawned sunny and warm so Andy and I spent much his extra day off out in the yard, cleaning out the perennial beds, working the compost, and building cold frames for the deck.
For whatever reason, I am quite frequently out of town for the Easter holiday. This year marked the first Easter Andy and I have celebrated together at home. Being home for the holiday afforded me a chance to make a batch of homemade hot cross buns. Mmmm, one of my favorites.
I also tried my hand at roasting a leg of lamb for yesterday evening's celebratory dinner. It tasted delicious, but I'm not ready to put "professional lamb roaster" on my resume just yet. It was . . . very chewy.
We've taken advantage of the sunshine to poke around in the woods a bit lately. There are lots of signs of new life out there:
|Red pine cones|
|Loons are back!|
I hope you all had lovely Easters/weekends (if you don't celebrate). What did you get up to?