Easter Sunday Of A Different Sort

Aw, it's such a nice morning here in Lloyd.
And one of the nicest things is that I AM NOT COOKING A FEAST!
No, Lily's at home probably wondering why in hell she decided to throw this brunch with food everywhere and dyed eggs and a boy clamoring for his meal-meal.
And I'm just wandering around, taking pictures and talking to Jessie and being all happy and shit.

Here's last night's biscuits:


My chickens:

I do love my chickens.

My giant begonia is blooming. For some reason this just makes me crazy-happy. I started out with one leaf I rooted in a pot. It took about four months. Now I have three pots full of giant begonias. Best rooting I ever did.

Squash, beans, tomatoes, and tiny baby greens.

Tiny emerald cherry tomatoes, turning with precise chemical and magical processes into sweet rubies.

Oak and tung trees, Spanish moss and confederate jasmine. Sunlight and shadow. Yes, you have seen this before. You'll see it again.

My baby, waking up.

Easter sillies for a monkey boy. Who is probably eating his meal-meal right now.

A few minutes ago Mr. Moon got up out of his man-cave (he's been up for hours) and said, "Time to go see Owen!"

"Not yet," I said.

"Darn," he said, and went back to the man-cave.

I'm going to go roll out biscuits.

But I have to tell you, there is a part of me that's going to miss having Easter here. Not that part that cooks and cleans up. But the part that rejoices in having all my baybees on the porch, dying eggs and then eating lots of tasty food together right here in Lloyd Heaven.
For last year's pictures and post (and to remember what Owen looked like a year ago- oh my god!), go HERE.

Now those are some pretty pictures of pretty people.

Well, it's all sweet and today will be a new kind of fun.

It always is.

Love...Ms. Moon