Easter eggs are  all colored with marbled marks from vegetable oil co-mingling with dyes. Stickers are affixed to the boughten white egg shells. Tom had hard boiled them. It’s giving the eggs a bath in bowls of colored water.  Hands ladling red water  with a spoon across the hard shells. It’s a beaming Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Gerry relishing time with Hawken coloring eggs.

Tom and I took that time in Yaeger Valley, to stroll along the babbling creek after the Good Friday rain. Clouds loomed and lasted and blasted remnants of Winter far away. Shuffling  my boots,  I stare longingly @ the beckoning creek and found no words. A fond reminiscing on the pond of memories that float in from this Valley that grew my roots. I’m captured by the seemingly smaller creek. It looks so tiny and@ the bridge spillway,  a pair of Woodducks flush up and flare their beauty in the chilly air. We hold hands and I’m sliding down the creek bank to admire the stream bank improvement that brother Tim Salwey and lots of helping hands from the Waumandee Rod and Gun Club constructed. A place for the beloved trout to grow and hide under the wooden structures.  We admire all the new dams our family put in to hold water for the critters and keep the  black soil on the land. I’m filled with the meaning of Easter and realize Heaven on Earth when accepting the Blessings of all of IT.

We’re back @ my folks and admiring our very own Easter Concert. Hawken is the flute playing  director and Grandma and Grandpa are marching too while Tom and I are marching while we’re high stepping. Hawken stops and beams and says, “Yeah, we are a band. You can all crap!” Silence..I erupt in Yeah’s and clap heartily as we all are stifling laughter.

 Then we gather and watch for birds @ their feeder. Then Tom nudges me and I see what’s captured his eye. There’s a bluebird house on their deck and there’s a small square hole sawed in the top of it . There’s also netting around the entry hole and perch. This is a different patent than we’ve seen and are howling with un-stoppable laughter while Hawken and Grandpa are jumping on the beds and saying, “1 for the money, 2 for the Show, 3 to get ready and 4 to go!”  It’s always great to return to our roots and learn so may new things.

Hippity Hop-I am one of the Easter Bunnies,

Sue Roskos