The snow is falling quietly and gently. It is covering the branches and the lawns but not the roads. The snow is wet and thick. Two inches are predicted. I want to scream!

Easter was wonderful. Our table was right by the windows overlooking the ocean. The waves were white capped from the wind. The tide was going out. The beach was littered with seaweed. The few gulls flew in circles or walked on the sand. It is still a winter beach.

My dinner was delicious, a thick grilled pork chop with cheesy mashed potatoes and green beans all surrounded by a scrumptious gravy. I couldn’t eat all the meat so Henry has a treat coming. For dessert I had small hot cinnamon donuts, like munchkins, served with dipping chocolate. They were a perfect ending to a wonderful meal.

Going back to school after a few days off was always difficult. It was as if all my energy had disappeared. My classmates too were quiet. Only the nun’s voice and the rustle of papers could be heard. During recess we huddled in circles and talked. The time passed slowly. When the bell rang, we just gathered our stuff, put it into our schoolbags then went to the cloakroom for our coats. The walk home was slow and quiet.

Today I feel almost the same as I did way back then. I have little energy and no ambition. I think it is the snow. It is blanketing the ground and muting sounds. I want to lie on the couch covered by my down comforter with my trusty dog beside me while I’m reading a book so good I can’t put it down, except for my nap.

The heat is blasting and keeping all of us warm. The cat is on her sweatshirt on the table. Henry is on the couch beside me gnawing on his new toy. They have been fed and Henry has been out. I keep patting the two of them. They are good company.

Life may be slow right now, but I’m enjoying the ride.

Happy Easter!

Today is not the lovely, sunny day Easter deserves. It is chilly and rainy. The white gloves will have to be more than fashion statements. Outside pictures will be quick. Kids will have to bundle up for any egg hunts.

Today is also April Fool’s Day. My mother always caught my sister even though my sister was on alert. My mother was tricky.

I woke up too early for tree decorating as it was till dark. I went back to sleep for a bit then loaded Henry in the car and we drove down the street. I strung garlands of rabbits, hung more rabbits and a few small baskets. I had three huge eggs front and center on the bigger branches. I put a couple of small pinwheels toward the top of the tree. The breeze is strong enough to keep them twirling. My friends had also decorated trees with strands of colored eggs and small ornaments. They are the only bright, colorful spots as the trees are still bare.

Dinner is at two today. I tend to go traditional and have ham or lamb but then again something sounding delicious could catch my eye. My mother made ham, the spiral honey ham, and also mashed potatoes, sometimes green bean casserole and usually a couple of other vegetables. My mother’s tables were always bountifully filled. I don’t remember any special desserts. I imagine there was maybe a cake or a pie, a light pie like chocolate cream or even custard. My sister made a coconut cream pie, one of my favorites and perfect for spring.

I am actually going to get dressy today. After all, I’ll be wearing that fascinator.

I hope your day is a wonderful one filled with family and friends and chocolate rabbits.

Today is a bit chilly but still lovely. The sun is streaming through my front door and giving Maddie a spot to stretch out and enjoy the warmth. The sky is a spectacular blue. The topmost branches are swaying a bit in the breeze. It is an inviting day so Henry and I will hit the road. We’ll do some errands and maybe a bit of shopping.

When I was a kid, Easter never had the excitement or the anticipation Christmas brought. We didn’t counted the days until the Easter Bunny came. We did color eggs, but that was just about the only tradition from year to year. I remember an Easter egg hunt in the neighborhood. I found the gold egg, the big prize. I don’t remember what the prize was. I just remember how excited I was to find the egg under a bush. My mother was great at filling our baskets. We had the chocolate rabbit, jelly beans, those bigger egg candies which were hard and had white in the middle and Peeps. We had small toys and books. I also remember the hard sugar panoramic eggs.

The rabbit ears were always the first to go. They were the easiest to bite through. The jelly beans used to fall to the bottom under the basket’s grass. I remember hunting for them. The grass was sort of gross as it always stuck to any piece of candy with a bite mark. I remember pulling the grass off one of those hard eggs.

It didn’t matter how old I was. My mother always filled a basket for me. The chocolate I had when I was young wasn’t the best, but I never noticed. When I was older, my mother went to the chocolate shop and bought the most luscious chocolates. I noticed.

I started filling baskets for parents. I’d wait until they had gone to bed then I’d fill the baskets and sneak to put them on my parents’ bureaus while they were sleeping. One year I actually found Easter stockings. They were fun to fill. My dad’s basket always got truffles. My mother’s got caramels, and each basket got a chocolate rabbit. I don’t think an Easter basket is compete without a rabbit.

I fill baskets for my friends. They get chocolates and a few surprises. I also decorate the tree hanging over their deck. I don’t remember how that tradition started, but they love their decorated tree. We use it as a background for a picture every year.

I don’t have any new Easter clothes. I do have a new fascinator. I wear one every year to dinner. It prompts waves and laughter. This new one is a white hat trimmed in purple with a purple band around the middle covered in tiny white and yellow flowers. It also has ribbons and feathers. I will be festive tomorrow, and I will celebrate the day and the coming of spring.

Today is warm but dreary. It rained during the night, and the clouds are still hanging around. Every now and then a strong breeze blows the top branches of the pine trees. I saw a cardinal this morning. His bright red feathers caught my eye. The beautiful bird was on a branch near the feeders and reminded me I need to fill two of those feeders. I brought the seed in from the car.

When I was a kid and before my fashion independence, I always got a new pocketbook as part of my Easter ensemble. It was often white. I’d hold the one strap or carry the bag on my wrist. I can’t remember what was inside the pocketbook. I really had nothing I needed to carry. I’m thinking Kleenex but that’s all I can come up with.

I haven’t carried a purse or a pocketbook for years. The last one I remember having was a straw bag which was the victim of an attempted purse snatching on my first weekend in Ghana. I can only imagine what perfect targets we both made, the bag and I. There I was walking along a bridge, swinging my bag and swiveling my head to catch all the sights while a nimble thief waited his opportunity. He tried but didn’t get the bag. Later, I ditched the straw for a mesh shepherd’s bag and that’s what I used for the next two years. When I got home, the natural transition was to a small back pack sort of bag. My early ones were nylon with lots of zippered pockets. Later, I got a bit of fashion sense and switched to leather. I still carry one. It is my winter bag.

The bag is black with soft, beautiful leather. I bought it in a leather store when I was looking for sandals. This bag has a roomy middle but only two pockets, one inside and one outside, but I still manage to carry all sorts of necessities. Here is a rundown:

In the front pocket are my keys, a pen and a measuring tape. I use the tape to measure furniture I find to see if it’ll fit in a spot in my house. The inside pocket has my cell phone, a watch and a few gift cards left over from Christmas. Everything else is in the roomy middle. Besides the usual wallet, checkbook and glasses, I have a comb, two kinds of lip gloss and some dental floss which tastes like cinnamon. A small notebook is for sudden inspirations as is the case holding blank cards. My change purse has keys, never change. I have a Tide pen, and it gets used almost as often as my wallet. My trips have taught me to keep odd things so I have sanitizing hand-spray, dissolving soap sheets and a couple of toothettes in case I need to brush my teeth. I also have a small Swiss Army knife attached to my key chain. I figure I’m ready for just about any contingency.

The day is a delight. It is sort of sunny and 50˚. The snow is just about gone. A few small mounds sit along the roadway. The nights are still cold but spring is definitely in the air. I saw a daffodil bud this morning.

When I was a kid, the only old people I knew were my grandparents. They didn’t make old inviting. Both grandmothers wore the old lady’s fashions of the day: a nondescript flowered dress, clunky shoes and a full bib apron. My grandfathers had work and play clothes. For work they were dressed in the standard suits and fedoras. For play they wore more casual pants and shirts with collars. My grandmothers never wore pants, but my mother did.

I am seventy, but I have no idea how seventy feels. When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with quickly graying hair and wrinkles on her face though my mother once told me they were laugh lines. I don’t get it. How is that me? I feel the same inside as I always have. I do admit I tire more quickly and forget stuff more often. I’ve lost so many things in this house. I put them somewhere safe, but they are so safe I can’t find them. I guess I have to make greater use of stickies but then I’d defeat the purpose of hiding something. I dress comfortably most of the time. I never use an apron though I should. I always wipe my hands on the back of my pants and leave flour fingerprints. My grandmothers would be horrified at my wearing pants all the time. The hooded sweatshirts would mystify them. They at seventy would find me at seventy an anomaly which pleases me.

I have a few to do items including filling the bird feeders. Yesterday was a lazy day and today is shaping up to be the same. I’m almost finished my book, but I have more.

When Henry sits up and stares, I have learned he needs out. I put the leash on him and open the back door. He goes out by himself though I stand on the deck and watch. When he’s done, he comes running back inside and jumps on the couch. He doesn’t explore. I figure that will come as he gets more settled. He and Maddie are just fine. He has only been with me five days but he is already mine, and I think I am his.

It was 37˚ this morning, but the cold had a different feel. It felt like spring. Maybe it was the sweetness of the air or the bright sun or the vibrant blue sky which made me realize that winter is gone even when it is 37˚.

The snow hangs around on street corners and along the sides of the road. The piles get smaller and smaller each sunny day. I think of those piles as the last remnants of winter. April is coming and with its arrival all I can think of is spring. In my mind’s eye I see hats with flowers, pastel dresses in the lightest of colors, white gloves and shiny shoes. I see my whole world coming to life.

Maddie has dismissed Henry. She jumps on the table and sleeps on my sweatshirt, her usual spot. Henry is on the couch, and he too is sleeping. He paid no attention to the cat except when she started to eat his breakfast. I have been feeding him on the couch because that is his safe spot. This morning, though, I showed him his dishes and put them in the hall. He kept looking but didn’t move until Maddie started eating his canned food. He was torn and a little unnerved. I collected the dishes. Henry was prancing on the couch where I fed him. Later on, when he gets his dinner, I’ll try the hall again. I’m hoping to work his way to the kitchen.

Last night was TCM’s science fiction night. It started with good ones: The Incredible Shrinking Man and Them, one of my favorites. Next came the laughable B movies. First was The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues from 1955. The monster was radioactive and burned people to death from underwater. His eyes never moved. He opened his mouth and his tongue never moved. He had two fang like teeth. The actors, all unknown to me, were befitting the movie. I next watched The Giant Behemoth from 1959. It too was radioactive, burned people and came from the ocean. Both were created by men, by scientists who should have known better. This movie did have a redeeming quality. It had great scenes of Cornwall and London. I was in B movie heaven all night long.

Today Henry and I have a few errands. I hope he’ll be good in the car. I do love having a co-pilot.

Last night it rained on and off and the day is still cloudy, chilly and damp. I am longing for the sun. The nights are in the 30’s. My heat still blasts. There are shades of spring but winter has a heavy hand.

My neighborhood is a quiet one despite the kids. Across the street my neighbors keep their shades down most of the time. Their front door has triple locks and is always closed. Joanne calls me every now and then. She loves the lights still shining on my fence  especially the giant star and she thanks me. The house on the corner changed hands a year or so back. I always wave to the woman living there. She has a couple of dogs. I found out her name is Liz. We have spoken maybe once twice. Next door my landscaper and his family live. They are wonderful neighbors. I tutored his wife for a long while for her citizenship test then celebrated with the family when she became one. We both love mimosas and get together every now and then to have a few. All summer Sebastian, my landscaper, barbecues chicken every Sunday. He always calls over from his deck to invite me. Sometimes I go. His chicken is always delicious. Another house also changed hands a year or so ago. A single woman lives there too. Her living room curtains are always closed. I can see white lights shining. I haven’t ever met her. My front door is often open especially on sunny mornings. The living room curtains are lace. I bought them in Dublin. That must make me lace curtain Irish. The other front windows are the dining room which has no curtains. I’m comfortable with all the openness.

I want to learn to decorate cakes. I watch The Spring Baking Championship and am in awe when I see the finished cakes, especially the ones with flowers. My cakes are just plainly frosted though I do swirl the top frosting sometimes and think I’ve done well. I love chocolate cake with or without flowers.

Today the high will be 35˚ with snow flurries.

I am so tired of describing the day as chilly and damp. I just filled the bird feeders, and I got cold, a chill to the bone cold. While filling one feeder, I dropped a bag of sunflower seeds off the deck and just left it there on the ground below. The spawns will have a feast.

I am in love with spring. Every year I wait patiently for warmer days. This month has been uncharacteristically cold with weather more like January than March, but I am hopeful anyway. The crocus in the front garden bloom every morning. Their colors are vibrant, eye catching. They are the perfect start to spring.

The clouds are getting lighter. Maybe the sun will appear. If it does, I’ll open the front door to the light. Maddie loves to sleep stretched out in the warmth of that light. She is an interesting cat. She sleeps here in the den. One favorite spot is a sweatshirt of mine I had put on the table. She took it over. The other spot is a newspaper on the couch. I had put it there after I’d read it. She curls up on the front page and sleeps soundly.

I remember the Cuban missile crisis. We watched it unfold on TV. We heard President Kennedy describe the installation of nuclear-armed Soviet missiles on Cuba and his decision to place a naval blockade around the island. The scariest part was when the President said the U.S. was prepared to use military force if necessary to neutralize this threat to national security. We all were so afraid this confrontation would lead to war, but two days later the Soviet ships did not breach the blockade.

We knew how dire the situation was because President Kennedy told us. He didn’t threaten without purpose. He never used bravado. He didn’t name call. He was believed because he was respected and he never bandied with the truth.

It is a scary time now.

I like this morning. It is sunny and not too chilly. I surveyed my yard and garden this morning after I got the papers. The garden is even more alive as the day lilies have poked their heads above ground. The lawn is a mess and is covered in branches and twigs from the pine tree which fell during storm 3. The broken tree is still lying on the ground. Now that much of the snow is gone I’m hoping the tree will soon become deck firewood.

When I was a kid, I loved spring. It meant a freedom of sorts, the end of winter hibernation. It meant longer after school play time because the street lights came on later. It meant no more boots, mittens or dreaded hats. It was the season of wonder. The grass in the field below my house began to grow, to turn green. The swamp came alive with darting tadpoles. I remember lying down by the edge of the water watching the tadpoles change, watching them grow tails then legs. The trees in the woods on both sides of the field grew buds then thickened with leaves. The insects and the birds were louder. Spring was taking over from winter.

Ghana this time of year was still in the dry season. The roads and paths were dust. The fields empty of crops. The humidity, the lead-in to the rainy season, was making day and night miserable. I slept outside on my mattress. I remember lying on my back and looking at the sky and being amazed by how thick the stars were and how bright they made the night. I have never seen the like.

I had Peace Corps friends who said they would not have survived had they lived in Bolga.  They thought the heat unbearable which was funny as they visited in the rainy season, cooler than the rest of the year. I remember the relentless heat of the dry season, but it was just part and parcel of living in Bolga.

I have a couple of errands to do today, and I need to fill the bird feeders. That’s it.

Last night it poured. I expected at some point while I was sleeping the rain would turn to snow as the prediction was we’d have 3 or so inches, but when I woke up, there was no blanket of snow, just piles of rain pocked ugly snow from the last storm. The worst, though, is the slush. While my coffee was brewing, I walked to get my paper and yesterday’s mail. My street has two clear ruts for cars, but the rest of the street is all slush so deep it almost went up over my shoes. I removed the mats on my front steps as they are soaked, and I don’t want them to freeze. That’s how I broke my arm, slip sliding away.

Today is such an ugly day I’m going nowhere. I’m not even going to get dressed. I have everything I need including two cupcakes I bought yesterday. One is chocolate and the other lemon, two favorite tastes. The world is a wonderful place!

It’s time to welcome spring with pastels and colorful new Easter clothes. I think, though, I’ll pass on the Mary Jane’s. I remember these weeks before Easter, and my poor mother dragging us Easter shopping. My sisters always went frilly. They wore petticoats under their dresses, wide brim hats with ribbons and white shoes with a single strap. My brother got new pants, a white shirt and a clip on tie. My sisters loved to come home and try on their new clothes and new shoes. They’d prance. Yellow and pink and light blue were their favorite colors. I got a dress most years but it wasn’t ever frilly. I was never the type. I do remember my favorite Easter dress. It was a style straight from the 1920’s with its low waist. My shoes were squat little heels which I always think of now as training heels. The dress was a light blue-green, and it had a flower on the side at the waist. I felt sophisticated and older when I wore it. I was probably thirteen.

We always got new clothes. It was part of the Easter ritual. I never thought about it back then, but when I was older, I often wondered how many weeks my mother put money into the budget envelope labeled Easter clothes. She never disappointed us.