Easter Sunday

If the Easter Bunny was hopping around our pastures this morning, no doubt his little paws got soggy and wet. It's been a drippy, cloudy, drizzly day here in this part of the Hill Country. Not a drop of sun today... very different than the glorious weather we've had this past week. Oh well... into the sunshine, a little rain must fall.

The wildflowers are getting wilder with each day. Lots of bluebonnets this year, and we also have a huge patch of red paintbrushes as well, right in the field in front of the house.  Truly a gift, because those flowers weren't there last year. (Those wildflowers used to be called Indian Paintbrushes, but that was before the Politically Correct Police started bopping people on the head for saying that.)

I spoke to my cousin R on the phone this morning... she and I were talking about the generation of cousins that are behind us on the family tree.  The children of the cousins of our own generation are getting married left and right these past couple of years, adding new spouses and babies to our grandparents' family legacy.  Amazing, when you think of it..... our grandparents left Italy and came to this country at the turn of the 20th century, with nothing much to their names except a small suitcase of clothing and a desire to find the American dream.

And find it they did.... from a tiny New York apartment in Little Italy, they bought a plot of land at the outskirts of Queens in 1922, which at that time was called "out in the country" because it was very rural and very un-city-ish.  My grandfather built that three-story house in Queens with his own hands, and it became the gathering place for all of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. To this day, even though no one in the family is living in it anymore, it's still "home" to all of us who grew up there.  My generation feels like we were the lucky ones, because the great-great-great grandchildren of our grandparents weren't around for the 'good old days' in that big old (and now empty) house.

Oh well. This happens on holidays. I start thinking back to the family home, family memories, and the family members who are no longer with us.  Pooh.

We had a very quiet Easter today, just my husband and myself.  After such a hectic week with the water heater repairmen, and the electrician, and the close-call we had with the bad wiring in the wall........ it was just nice today not to have to make a fuss with Easter eggs and baskets and company.

My husband spent the weekend working at his computer. I've been reading for most of the past two days.  Easter has come and gone, without so much as a whisper.