Have you been hamming and yamming it up yet, or does that come later tonight?
It seems that Easter Sunday is always a foodie fest, from dawn ‘til dusk, only to be outdone by Thanksgiving Day. My Easter fare will include ham too, but no goodies for this gal – the only “Peep” in my Easter will be my canary Buddy.
I began my day by taking the car for a little spin since I have no driving errands slated all week; thus, if the weather cooperates, I hope to be walking every day. As the buggy and I rolled along Fort Street, I took note that the Dairy Queen is open and their marquis was touting their “Grasshopper Mousse Pie Blizzard®” – do we think Spring and Summery thoughts when we think of grasshoppers, or, is this a ploy to lure you to DQ to quench your thirst from the salty ham with a tall and minty, chocolate and graham cracker crumbles drink? (Yes, I peeked at the DQ website, since “Grasshopper Blizzard” piqued my interest.)
I also noticed that Harry’s Corned Beef and Ham was a hoppin’ place this morning – no doubt the early church crowd was stopping by and getting their ham-n-eggs fix, maybe in lieu of making a big fuss and muss for Easter dinner. Harry’s was formerly Carter’s Hamburgers, the diner where I worked all through college.
Four miles later, I tucked the car into the garage and set out to do my own four-mile trek. The sun was high and bright in a beautiful blue sky and except for the chill in the air, we couldn’t ask for nicer Easter weather.
I passed a home where two little girls were out front, prancing around in their Easter finery, and trying to outdo one another by blowing bubbles. I guess that a bottle of soap and a bubble wand found its way into each of their Easter baskets. I watched some very large bubbles floating around in the front yard, before their parents came out of the house, Bibles in hand, and told them to get into the car so they could get to church. It looked like fun and I remembered my own bubble-making escapades when I was a kid, though bubble makers were never part of my Easter basket – I just got candy.
I took a turn down another street, and found the first chalk artist of the season had been busy, probably yesterday, with their pastel chalk on the sidewalk. I always take care to gingerly step around those childish scrawlings to not smudge the handiwork. I couldn’t help but notice, amidst the hearts, flowers and squiggles, were the words “Feel the Burn” … hmmmm. Now, was this artist a young athlete whose coach, or parents encouraged them to push their sports activity or exercise to the limit, or, had they simply heard the slogan used in the Bernie Sanders presidential campaign and assumed that it was spelled like this? I got my laugh for the day at any rate.
I headed down to Council Point Park and stepped onto my favorite trail, the perimeter path, though it was a trail that was not visited by the Easter Bunny or any bunny, for that matter, while I was there, so I suppose he was too busy hopping to everyone’s house to deliver their goodies.
I hope your Easter is blessed and filled with special memories spent with some bunny you love.