Easter 2011

Who doesn't love spring?  Who doesn't love kids?  Who doesn't love chocolate?  So...really it is that easy for me....I love Easter time.  Everything except....plastic grass.  I really dislike plastic grass.  Have you ever gotten that stuff all over your carpet and the vacuum just eats it up and it wraps around the ...thingy...and you get the picture.  Not too crazy about Peeps either but ...they smell good and they are cute.

I think about Thursday I found myself singing every hymn I could remember the words to and when I couldn't remember I hummed along.  I smiled remembering the handmade Easter dresses my Grandmother would make for me each year.  The smell of new patent leather shoes saved to wear on the big day with lace trimmed socks.  All things good.  I felt blessed, I feel blessed.

We had a little egg hunt yesterday at our home and we had such a good time with hiding eggs and watching little hands filled with candy and giggles heard everywhere from the finding of the eggs.  I wanted to share a few pictures from the day.  I hope you all had a great Easter Sunday.

Remember..be kind to one another...it's free.

Carol

My little tinsel tree

I wanted to share with you all the background and the story of this little Tinsel Tree.  This tree was my my Memommie's tree.  I can remember when I was a little girl this tree was in their living room.  I guess it was the latest and greatest kind of a tree.  The tree is sliver tinsel of course, and it fits into a base that is electric and spins around.  It didn't have lights on it.  It did have a light that had four colors divided on a wheel that rotated and projected onto the silver tree the vivid colors.  The best I can remember it was red, blue, green and gold.   As the color wheel would spin the little silver tree would change colors and we thought it magical.  I believe the brand is a Shiny Brite.

My Memom put large glass blue ornaments all around the tree for years.  As the years went by the ornaments began to break or the color began to chip whatever.  She asked my Grand Daddy to go and get some more to make up for the ones she had lost so she could get the tree ready...Christmas was coming.  My Grand Daddy was glad to do so, my Memommie never drove a car, so he did all the running about.  When he returned from the store, he had ornaments, but they weren't blue, they were green.   My Grand Daddy was color blind.  My Memom never said a word but just placed them about as if it were meant to be.  In my mind this tree was large maybe six feet or so and I loved the way the tinsel sparkled. 

A few years ago, she gave the tree to me.  The base no longer turns, we can't find the light projector.  Each year I gently take the tinsel branches out of their sleeves and place them into the holes drilled into a worn wood center.  Each year more of the tinsel falls off even though I'm as gentle as can be.  In reality the tree is only about 4 feet or so tall.  I hang bright neon colored ornaments on it now.  If I ever find a light projector...I'm buying it.

It isn't the little tree, or the silver stiff tinsel.  It is the memories that are unpacked and put on display every year.  It's the sounds, smells and the love that comes with it.  Good things sometimes come in small packages.

Sing a Christmas song today, hug someone you love.  Smile and say, "Merry Christmas" to a stranger.

Carol-the gardener