Sometimes LIFE gets really busy. I need a nap. Had one on EASTER SUNDAY and it was wonderful. Hubby, Daughter and Lil Miss could be heard through the open window as they hunted EASTER EGGS. I was just too tired to participate. I was stretched out on the sofa with a gentle breeze blowing through the room with distant voices of LOVED ONES giggling because another egg was found. I love to hunt eggs and race against my Husband to see who found the most. There's still enuff KID in me to play games. We had a hunt on Saturday as well so I didn't completely miss out.
GOSH…the wind was blowing so hard on Saturday
that my hair looked like I had slept in it. Grins.
This is the 7th year that we have watched the
Children hunt EASTER EGGS on the
Court House Lawn. It doesn't last long once
the Children are given the go to start hunting
the eggs. The colorful eggs pepper the Lawn.
Quickly they disappear. EASTER BUNNY!
EASTER DINNER was a Baked Ham, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans, Dinner Rolls, Deviled Eggs and a Maple Cream Pie 2die4. Starbucks Coffee to sip as the Dessert was savored. Oh my goodness...oh my goodness...Daughter fixed an Amish Pie from one of the books her Gramma gave her. It was awesome.
WILL SHARE RECIPE VERY SOON.
What would EASTER be like if we didn't take the time to put our boots up and be surrounded by stuffed Bunnies? Humor me.
Thinking about the last few weeks, I can jabber a lot. Taking time to think about the Lord on GOOD FRIDAY, I took Lil Miss with me and drove the distance to see my Parents in another small town america. They were well. Mom and I visited the local Hospital Auxiliary Shoppe where treasures were spied and went HOME with me.
I am now the proud owner of three porcelain Egg Coddlers.
I have never coddled eggs before. Think I'm in for a treat.
~Royal Worchester Egg Coddler~
My Coddlers were priced at $1 each.
I drove around town and like clock work I drive pass Pat's House.
My dear friend. I could have knocked on the door, but she's not there anymore. It's hard for me to believe that so much time has gone by since I last saw her and we had our GIRL TALKS.
Thinking about her made me think about some other mature Lady Friends I had when I lived in Manhattan, Kansas. I read their obituaries on the internet last night. They are still alive in my mind. Vivid memories of them. When you can, let the ones you love know you really do love them. A kind word to others can make someone's day.
~My Okie Family~
Last week, my Oklahoma Family revealed to us the gender of their Baby that's due in late AUGUST. Needing some GOOD NEWS...this was truly wonderful. A little boy is being knitted in his Momma's womb. I already bought some baby clothes and they will be gift wrapped soon.
Tax Time is over for a year. Hummm.
My Dining room is slowly returning to being a Dining room once again. Last night, we moved the Buffet across the room. Our Dining room has not been a dining room for quite some time because of the remodeling of the Kitchen. The Dining room has been a warehouse. Ugh. She will be a Dining room once again and that's a fact. Desiring that we be civilized people.
The PBS Masterpiece Theatre Program 'Mr. Selfridge' caught my attention. I missed Season One. Season Two is proving to be interesting as WORLD WAR I is beginning to fire up. As I read about the real Mister Selfridge, he actually rented HIGHCLERE Castle once upon a time when he was alive and also was way too friendly with the dance hall gals. He died destitute. The PBS Program DOWNTON ABBEY is presently filmed at Highclere Castle. I enjoy seeing the costumes and interior design. The acting is good and the story line keeps me hopping.
~HIGHCLERE CASTLE~
I'm not sure what to think about the latest TOPEKA TALK that all seven High Schools will have graduation ceremonies together on the same day as the Honorable First Lady Mrs. Michelle O BAM A will be the commencement speaker. The speech, set for May 17, is tied to the 60th anniversary of the landmark Supreme Court case, Brown vs. Board of Education, brought against Topeka, Kansas, by a group of African American parents.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/she-the-people/wp/2014/04/20/michelle-obamas-planned-attendance-at-kansas-high-school-graduation-sparks-criticism/
My humble opinion is that the 60th anniversary should be held separate from the High School Graduations so that the graduating students can have their time in the spotlight with their friends and family applauding their accomplishment and not be limited to four tickets per student because Mrs. O bama came to town with the annniversary given special attention at a different gathering to celebrate.
It's an honor that she will be in the neighborhood, but.....still.
Kool-aid Punch doesn't cost very much to make and store bought cookies with napkins could be served to all. Well...well...well done.
Soon and very soon…the prairie burning will be finished for the year. On some days the smoke is so thick it makes one sick. Cough. Cough. It's hard to take. So good for the landscape. Soon the grounds will be very green and look wonderful. Right now my ears ache and my nose is stuffed up. Lil Miss has sinusitis and is ill at HOME.
Hope your EASTER WEEK-END was pleasant and memories were made.
That's the jibber jabber.
God bless and may you have a sweet LIFE,
d








4 comments:
Hi Deanna,
Thank you so much for stopping by for a visit. Sounds like you had a very full Easter weekend with family. You had lots of 'jibber jabber' to share. Thank you for sharing about your goings on in the world. It's always a pleasure to visit another Christian Blogger. Take care and enjoy the rest of your week.
Blessings,
Sandi
Loved this post! I started watching Mr. Selfridge this season and am enjoying it so far.
Blessings,
Kim
Do they burn the prairie every year? We just get the lovely smell of manure in the fields. We have farms all around us. We had 10 inches of snow the week before Easter but luckily it is spring and a 70 degree day helped it melt. Thanks for commenting!
Hi u'all. Glad you stopped by.
The Prairie is burned every year. I don't like it when it's happening then forget about it until they start again the next year.
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