It’s what I wished for when I blew out the candle. My sister and nieces did an end run around me and celebrated my birthday early on this Easter Sunday.
We had the second shift this year — meaning that the girls and their parents had lunch with the in-laws. I missed the making of the deviled eggs, but came along soon enough to suggest a little bit of dill pickle juice.
I cleaned out the carrot bed and picked some lettuce. I also picked the lonely radishes. My brother claims to have a squash, I have none. I did make beets and a salad solely from the garden. Talk doesn’t walk this Easter.
There is always too much food and too many eggs.
It was a very good Easter.