"We are an Easter people and Alleluia is our song." St. Augustine
Easter morning when I was growing up meant getting out of bed while it was cold and dark, trying to find boots and coats and getting dressed in the dark, then going out to wait in the chilly air for the sun to rise while my father read scripture and we sang psalms. I hated it at the time. But afterwards we would have a big Easter Egg hunt and my father would cook a huge breakfast of friend potatoes and eggs and rolls. Easter breakfast was always very special and it made the wait in cold morning for the sun to rise worth it.
We went to the early Mass this morning, but I did manage to run out for a short walk, hoping to watch the sun rise over the neighbor's pond. I had to turn around before the sun actually appeared, but did get to watch a sandhill crane feeding in the shallow water.
The sun rose just as we were getting into the car to leave for church.
When we got home, I picked a few daffodils for the breakfast table and made fried potatoes and eggs for breakfast. No Easter egg hunt today, though we had a small one yesterday when Terry's grandsons came out for a visit.
And a quick fox update. I saw the kits very briefly yesterday morning, but they didn't touch any of the food I put out and I did not see any sign of them during the day. It was cold and wet and really windy, so I suppect they were just hunkered down inside. This morning when I went out with scrambled eggs for breakfast, both were out playing and they eaten last nights dinner. I sent the link to this blog to the fox expert at the wild life rescue so she could see photos of how they are doing, and it turns out the kits are probably much younger then I thought they were. She thinks they are about three weeks old and said she is really torn between leaving them in place or bringing them into a safer, stable environment. I'm going to go pick up some formula for them (to mix in with the wet puppy food) on Monday. We will see what happens.
Happy Easter to all!