Musings

Happy Easter afternoon! It is a nice day here in Upper Midwest, the temperature hovering a bit above freezing and a blanket of snow covering the ground with more promised for tomorrow night and Tuesday morning. That Ground Hog must not have been worth the price of his sausage… Easter is all about the open tomb and it looks like we have an open tomb in the backyard, but that’s actually my daughter’s snow cave. She dug it in the snow bank at the turn of the driveway, where snow has been pushed up and will stay long after the rest melts. It’s quite a cave and opens to an igloo like room in the middle (with a tarp on top that’s now snow covered). The cave is large enough the two of us to squeeze into it. Some kids have playhouses; others have to improvise with a shovel and what nature provides.

We did have an Easter Egg hunt. Now my daughter has a nice basket, one of those Longaberger Baskets, which normally looks pretty spiffy when filled with eggs. On a normal Easter, she’ll hold it, wearing a spring-like dress, posing and making funny faces for an Easter photo. So much for that! This year, she’s gets to wear her snow suit and instead of using the overpriced basket that might get damaged in the snow, a plastic movie popcorn pail has to do… By the way, just so you don’t get the wrong ideas about me, I didn’t buy her the Longaberger Basket. I’m way too cheap; that’s what grandparents are for! If I wanted to collect baskets that expensive, I’d taken up basket weaving in college.