Before her eyes were even open this morning, Fern turned her head to me and said,
Mama. In the morning. When we get up. I’m going to ask you. Politely. IfIcanhavetherestofmycandy.
And that folks, just about sums up our Easter. But I can give you a visual too.
Our activities have centered around All Things Spring for the last month. From wildflowers to watching the finches build their next above the door, to dipping eggs and planting seeds, we have taken very seriously Margaret Atwood’s proclamation that “in Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt”. (Thanks for that quote, Sadie).
But sometimes we stayed indoors and filled orders from the Easter Rabbit herself. Make your own damn eggs, she said.
Last year, we did something similar, but the kids couldn’t figure out how to get the candy out. So this year we came up with the string method. Wrapped it around and left one end sticking out.
Yeah, this photo is about the vest. $2 in the kids section at a Goodwill! Also, it’s nice to see my meadowlark. Hello there.
Paper mache was a big hit, so we did it again. I’ll be scraping crusty bits of water and flour off surfaces for the rest of the season.
Our Easter Eve began with promise.
I extracted myself quietly from Fern’s body the next morning and snuck out into the hallway, candy in hand. I left a trail from both our bedroom, and also the room where Jeff and Leo were sleeping, leading to the promised land. It worked beautifully, both kids following and eating the trail all through the house. Now I wish I’d set some kind of trap, just because it would have worked.
To counteract their day of candy, I had ingeniously thought of making them breakfast “cupcakes”. Basically, gluten-free peanut butter muffins with cream cheese and jam “frosting”.
Leo set the tone with “Ewwww, these aren’t cupcakes. I don’t like them. Gross.” and Fern followed suit.
Jeff and I ate them instead, eyeing each other warily over our tea. Oh, so it’s going to be one of those days, is it?
While the kids were investigating all flavors of jelly beans, I snuck out to the garden to finish the job.
Ready to get their hunt on.
The string method worked perfectly!
Ok! They hated the cupcakes! Let’s go to brunch instead!
Brunch included a lot of screaming for crayons. No! The purple crayon! The purrrrrrrrple oooooonnnnnne.
Let’s move on. We went to Precita Park and let them run it off.
Trying to do outfit shots turned into a lot of things…
Like Kate Bush impersonations…
And air electrical harp…
Ahem. Where were we? Ah yes, Easter.
We got caught in a downpour, which we let the kids run around in. Baptism, you know?
Two hours before Leo had to go home. Jeff and I still eyeing each other with caution. Another coffee? Yes. Go back inside? Oh hell no.
So we went to Bernal Hill and let them climb mountains.
We had our first house dinner with our new configuration of roomies.
Into the arms of nourishing abundance.
Nettle pesto pizza with potatoes and broccolini. Roasted spicy brussel sprouts with rice. And Keenan made a sweet potato and cauliflower mash with asiago that was born to be made into left over breakfast patties.
And I will leave you with that…this image of nutritious and comforting foods. Because I will be spending the rest of the day trying to wrangle the candy bucket out of Fern’s arms. She can have the rest of her candy…whatever’s left after it just “disappears” into the compost.
Do tell me, how was your weekend? Did you celebrate Easter? If not, have you been celebrating Spring in anyway?