In light of this, I decided to fill my day with things I love.
First, I got dressed up in my Easter best.
I got to skype with my family while they looked for Easter eggs and they showed me all the goodies the Easter Bunny left in my basket. Apparently Santa and the Bunny share an address book; I was home for Christmas and I forgot to send my change of address, so my basket ended up in Michigan. I'm not sure my candy is going to survive until the end of June...
I made my favorite French food: Tarte Flambee. It's like delicious French pizza. The best part was making the dough.
I love to knead.
I had to make some time to decorate eggs.
Those markers were not made for egg decoration.
But they worked.
My poor little town was overrun with motorcycles and motorcycle fanatics for a motorcycle flea market. I wandered down to take advantage of the sunshine and to indulge in a faint daydream I have of hopping on the back of a bike and seeing the world fly by, of being one of the girls walking around in sundresses, casually carrying their helmets, gorgeous and hardcore.
e e cummings took me on a picnic to the park.
I mean...I took a picnic and my library books to the park. I'll let you decide whether it's likely that I read e e cummings poems aloud, considerably weirding out some Frenchies nearby.
|My Easter treats.|