Even though we know, as adults, that the Easter bunny doesn't bring Easter eggs, that doesn't stop this spring thing from happening in all its glorious Technicolor. Children this weekend will do their Easter egg hunts at churches and McPherson complex. Parents and grandparents will be there too. The resurrection of Jesus Christ, with the promise of eternal life after death, comes just as plants long dormant through winter months undergo their own resurrection to blossom once again. An old magnolia tree at the edge of my yard can hardly contain itself.
Every branch is loaded with tightly wrapped blooms.
They'll unfurl in the coming weeks into showy white flowers and drench the air with their heady fragrance. You'd better believe it. Spring comes to us, not in a showy wrapper, but a delicate unfolding of beauty. Look around, go for a walk around the neighborhood, be amazed. Winter visitors who fled to the north don't know what they're missing.