Got to hide the eggs. It looks too wet outside. I’ll just hide them inside the house.

I make the scones. I think about adding a glaze but then remember that they will probably eat mostly jelly beans for breakfast.

I watch the coffee bloom.

They ask about baskets but I say that I couldn’t get them this year. They shrug their shoulders and take a tote bag to hunt for eggs.

There are still so many blessings in this.

I click the links and then save them so that I can print them later. I listen to a few of his interviews on NPR. We have a lot in common. This could be fun if it still happens.

Sway in the breeze. So many dandelions. We could make flower crowns.

It’s not that I’m angry. I’m just thinking and the thinking gets interrupted. And that’s what frustrates me.

Prime rib. Mashed potatoes with duck fat. Asparagus. Fresh rolls. Rioja.

504 Girl.