From the arboretum, the other day, windy and bright, where Mol and I went. Magnolia, pussy willow, quince japonica.
Today, always one of the best in the year: boiled eggs with faces on and bread and butter for breakfast; marzipan eggs and the smallest Lindt chocolate bunnies (always milk, never dark, we are willfully unsophisticated about chocolate), in a dish with a creamy pale daffodil and a maroon-purple hellebore; listening to The Messiah; ordering cards from Moo; a chicken and mozzarella and sun-dried tomato toastie for lunch; reading; watching the greenfinches squabble over sunflower seeds; dreaming.
A mild, breezy day, sunny patches and blackbirds singing. Time for tea and a walk.
Happy Easter, whatever it means to you.