So it’s a different Easter. Instead of up and packing baskets, hiding eggs, heading to church or to a family dinner, we stuffed Alex’s chocolate bunny in her suitcase and drove her to the airport for her return to Oregon by 8:30 a.m. Back at home we had scones and strawberries and really good coffee, but it sure didn’t feel like Easter without chocolate eggs for breakfast. We did a little gardening, and I moped around a bit. Sigh. The passage of time isn’t always as easy as we hope, is it?
Eventually, I had a a somewhat brilliant idea, to visit the Yolo Wildlife Basin. This 2500+ acre refuge is ten minutes from our home…we have driven by it almost every day for 20 years, we have good friends who work there, and we have never visited. I have always been embarrassed. Steve had a healthier take on it, “let’s frame it as no matter how much you think you know, there is always something to discover.” The clouds, the vistas the birds, the sky, the air, the sounds! Another way for Easter. But seriously, next year, we’re getting the chocolate eggs.