My husband, sons and I enjoyed Easter at "the farm" with my parents and a number of other relatives. The guys and I all arrived on Holy Saturday and spent the night after celebrating the Easter Vigil in a neighboring town where the priest is what Blake called a "minimalist." Father chose to do all the essential pieces of the Vigil without dragging anything out too long. We got a kick out of being told to "mind your candles," when people were trying to hold lit candles and follow along in their prayer books. The boys noticed a young man of eight to ten years old being told, "That's enough!" when he drank too many gulps from the wine cup during Communion. After Mass, we enjoyed supper and games before turning in at a reasonable hour. For the record, I not only lost, I came in last place in both of the games we played. Mom and I got up around 6:00 to head to town for some exercise. She went to the local community center and I chose to run outdoors. The weather was not great: Yes, this was Easter morning, April 1, 2018 and that is not an April Fool's joke...1 degree with a windchill of -14 degrees. It was super cold, but I still had a fun run and made it into a little photo safari. First of all, there was the moon...it was the same shape as the temperature the fist time I checked it this morning--0! I kept running along toward the house where we grew up. We lived in town as kids; Mom and Dad moved to the farm about 18 years ago when David was a tiny (well he was 10 pounds, 10 ounces--he was NEVER tiny) baby. When I got that far, I saw that the truck parked in front of our old house looked an awful like Bobby's! It was indeed not my husband's truck, but that is the house where we grew up. The porch on the front was built after we were out of school, but the oldest two grandkids enjoyed playing out there when it was new. Strangely enough, the house next door was grey and our house was yellow and now they've switched. My fingers were getting cold from taking off my gloves to snap pictures, but when I saw this blow up snowman on Easter, I had to get another photo. For the record, there was just enough wind that the snowman was swaying a little like he was shivering. A photo safari is not complete without at least one selfie. Here I am enjoying a sub-zero windchill Easter run in my hometown. Hope you enjoyed some family, food and a good run this Easter. Outdoor track meets are scheduled to start next weekend for my college kids. Let's keep our fingers crossed that we get some warmer weather! Happy running--Missee
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Stephanie
4/1/2018 08:25:43 pm
I ❤️ the photo safari! Fun idea!
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