Easter Sunday. I won’t lie - I’m enjoying the quarantine a bit today. Emily and I went for a walk in a little rain shower this morning, we had a group hug with Emily and Wilson starting it and Robb and I joining in….(missing Zach and Robb’s kids…sending virtual hugs out to each of them), we had a FEAST of eggs, asparagus, bacon (we aren’t vegan today- embracing flexitarianism), fruit salad, and homemade cinnamon rolls. I have a cookbook from the late 1960s or early 70s (the front cover has torn off, so I can’t be sure)….it’s a mennonite cookbook from Kansas and has THE best recipes in it. It’s old fashioned in the best of ways. I found myself turning the pages and reading the random wisdom inside - how to convert to metric, how to cook for 100(!)..specific quantities of potatoes, etc. for a crowd, how to remove ANY stain from anything, as well as soooo many old school recipes like homemade pickles, spiced nuts, etc. I also realized in the 11th hour that I didn’t have any powdered sugar for frosting for the cinnamon rolls…hmmmm. Thank God for Google. For future reference - you can make a delicious frosting by cooking milk, flour and a pinch of salt until it’s thick and bubbly. Cool it and mix with granulated sugar creamed with butter and vanilla. Voila - I think it was better than the powdered sugar kind. Always learning.
Easter Sunday delivery from the Easter Bunny….(aka Amazon)..PAPER TOWELS! Small delights. I’m trying to welcome, recognize, and be grateful for all of these little things. Today on our walk I smelled a red rose that was like perfume. The trees seem greener. The birds seem to be singing louder. All the flowers are blooming. Georgia in the spring is spectacular. Everything feels slower, more intentional somehow - there are benefits to nowhere to go (like staying your pajamas all day and mimosas). I have moments of wanting to go, but mostly I’m enjoying reading more, cooking more, and trying to be present for it all. I try to think of a year from now when we all look at each other and say - remember last year when things were so slow? I hope we take a little bit of it with us into the future - there is beauty in it. Listen to music. Read a book with no distraction. Cook a favorite recipe. Clean up together. Gratitude for what is. As is.