Happy Easter!
The trees are at their loveliest. “Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold.” The azaleas shine out in their jewel tones, and there are buds on the rose bush by the deck stairs.
The refrigerator is stuffed with au gratin potatoes, deviled eggs, ambrosia salad, baked turkey — and asparagus and lamb that will be roasted today. Behind me, the smell of chocolate wafts from filled Easter baskets.
Soon it will be time to navigate the parking lot at church in hopes of scoring a seat at the 9:15 mass, to hear the words of that old story that is sometimes hard to believe but today seems completely possible. Soon it will be time to greet the family and friends coming here for an afternoon feast.
But for now, for these quiet early moments, I have Easter all to myself.
(Mission San Xavier del Bac, Tucson, Arizona, built in 1797)
