Sunday, April 4, 2010


This morning we were awakened by a woodpecker drilling into the side of our house. The sound has the staccato intensity of an alarm, and we jumped to attention, convinced it was time to get up for work. Instead, it was time to get up and shoo away the woodpecker. Such is life in the suburbs.
Today is Easter Sunday--and our anniversary. A good day to write about abundance, profusion, the groaning Easter buffet, the bounty of buds and birds and blossoms. I doubled my recipe for rolls, I'm about to peel a dozen potatoes. We're serving ham and lamb. There is more chocolate in the house than is sane or responsible. An Easter lily perfumes the air. It's a day to rejoice.


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