From childhood on, The 4th of July meant family picnics and Memorial Day meant small town parades. I marched as a child with the Brownies and Girl Scouts…I watched as my children marched with the school bands and movement centers…Soon I will probably watch as my grandchildren march. This year we watched from the sidelines and caught lots of candy…
I hope the sun was shining on everyone’s parade this Memorial Day.
I recently rediscovered an old flea market mug collection and decided to clean them up for Mother’s Day…
In the city…
or in the country…
Enjoy Mother’s Day!
I haven’t bothered with an egg tree every year but this year my Harry Lauder’s Walking Stick died and its branches make the perfect egg tree…
I haven’t dyed eggs every year either but this year I needed an activity to do with my grandchildren during an overnight…
And finally…I rarely had an egg hunt here when my children were young because my parents always held one at their house. Now I am the grandparent and the egg hunt was here…
And now to eat all those hard-boiled and chocolate eggs.
I have had hearts on my mind and in the viewfinder a lot this month…
…I think it helped me think less about all that snow out there.
