It was actually a very nice, very sweet Easter meal and I got everything served except the pickled peaches which I forgot which really sucks because they are delicious and I'd taken a jar out of the pantry ahead of time and put it in the refrigerator so that they would be nice and cold but...oh well.
At about 10:45 this morning I decided that biscuits would not be enough bread matter and so I made up a loaf of challah which always rises so beautifully and I forgot to take a picture of it which is sad because it was beautiful. I did get a picture of the biscuits.
Here's a picture I love that Lily sent of Owen and Levon.
I will too. Last night, in fact, it poured rain and even though I slept with an open window right beside my head, I had no idea it had rained at all until I saw this morning that the ground was wet, the leaves were dripping and there was about six inches of water in the garden cart.
It is so quiet here now where two hours ago it was loud and crazy chaos. I was sad to kiss my husband goodbye but I know that he is so happy to have this week with his sister. I may drive down to see them or I may just spend the week by myself, reveling in the peace.
I had a dream the other night that perhaps should have been a nightmare but instead, was somehow wonderful. There was a world-wide pandemic (no, not that pandemic) which was absolutely going to kill every human on earth. It was caused by Del Monte canned stewed tomatoes. At least, that's how it had originated. I give myself extra points for that dream detail.
And knowing that we were all about to die, our family all got together and we had cocktails so fancy that they looked as if Dr. Seuss had designed them with feathers and beads and jewels and we all just loved on each other so much and told each other all the secrets we'd never told before and we laughed and hugged and waited for the inevitable end. It was the sweetest, funniest dream. But in a way, isn't that reality? We humans all will die one day, hopefully not for a long time but in the meantime, isn't it best that we do love on each other, laugh together, perhaps share cocktails, fancy or not, and share what is in our hearts knowing that we will be loved no matter what our secrets are?