I bought a wheelbarrow. It is red and beautiful.
I have not used it yet but I did lovingly stroke it with a damp cloth to remove the bird poop that accumulated during its stint as a display model at Lowes.
First job? To gather all the rocks strewn willy nilly throughout my garden in one place so I can figure out what to do with them. I do not know what the original intent was with the rock placement. I am assuming there actually was intent but time and neglect have distorted what was, I am sure, a lovely gardenscape.
But there was no wheelbarrowing today, no sirree. Happy Easter, by the way. My mom, sister and I feasted on traditional tuna noodle casserole with a side of au gratin potatoes because, you know, there were not quite enough carbohydrates and fat in the casserole.
What.
So it's a new tradition. I, for one, embrace it. Everyone got to sleep in. No one had to slave over the preparation of a big, fancy, time-consuming meal. The only disappointment of the day was not getting to hide Easter eggs but mom and Kathryn refuse to pick up baskets and hunt them down so what is the point? Party poopers.
If Easter is not your thing, Happy Belated Spring Equinox. Bite the ears off a hollow chocolate bunny in celebration.
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