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. As I venture out, knees exposed, I pucker. My whole body puckers. The wind gusts about teasing those with Spring Fever. Sneezing has replaced coughing.