I've watched flickers dig through the garden, kids giggle with glee as they ride their bikes up and down the sidewalk, and I watched the snow pile up to over 4' in May. In the evening neighbors chat as they water their lawns and refill the birdfeeders. And, I smile. I think it is a time to make life decisions. Too many questions worthy of occasion considerate thought.
Easter is a fair mix of tradition, religion, fertility rites and commercialism.
Every year there is a Easter Egg hunt and egg toss in the park across from our County Courthouse. I took a errant raw egg in the back of the neck while wiping yoke on the grass. I hope this won't become a new Easter rite or tradition. Wind is a sign of Spring in the high country. Looking out my window the sky is electric blue and the day beckons.