Thursday, April 5, 2012
Usually, at this time of year I hunt out the carefully wrapped handmade-every-year-by-us Easter decorations. Usually, there is as much ceremony involved with decorating the Easter Tree, as there is with the end of year festive version.
Somewhat guiltily, I note a new Easter ‘usually’ developing. A ‘usually’ that involves a second year of Mum not having the FOGGIEST which Very Safe Place the treasured Easter decorations are hidden. A ‘usually’ involving a last minute attempt to engage disgruntled offspring in a whole, new approach to festooning the Easter tree. A ‘usually’ prompting mess and fabric scraps and PVA glue (with the bonus fun of peeling dried PVA glue ‘skin’ off fingers and face and hair and clothes and Mum’s fingers and face and hair and clothes).
Once we finished our Easter Tree, we all stepped back and there was a little sigh and a small voice wondered where, oh where, are the Easter decorations?
This year buttons saved Easter.
A few strands
of speedy button threading
and there was consensus that now our house is definitively Easter-
Someone has posed an Easter Chick at the base of the Easter tree.
He’s doing his level best to be convinced.
PS. MAY YOUR EASTER BE SLATHERED IN DRIPPING-WITH-BUTTER HOT CROSS BUNS AND GET-TOGETHERS AND HUNTINGS OF THE CHOCOLATIEST KIND!