A Pattern of Words

Easter feels incredibly late. Maybe it’s due to how warm February and March were, with sunshine and bees buzzing and tank tops pulled out. Or possibly it’s because this, being the third year of gardening, means my plants are all blossoming faster and thicker. Or maybe I’m just very, very ready for Lent to be over. I never actually pulled out any of my spring decor (primarily faux, spring blossoms) and by the time Easter hits they’ll feel like old news. I’m kind of okay with that and with keeping it simple this year. My house feels overwhelmingly full right now and I’m excited to toss all my real plants on the porch the second we’re in the clear of frost warnings, get a certain group of baby chicks into an outside coop, and throw all the windows open once the pollen has finished torturing us.