I know it was warmer this time last year as I remember hiding mini-Easter eggs - like giant jewels - under rocks for my nephews (
my mother lives right on the coast) and one rolled deep into a cavernous gap and we couldn't retrieve it. Today, I read in my diary - which I keep haphazardly, I can't read my writing anyway when I go back - that I'd read 'Brokeback Mountain' last Easter. Then I remembered I'd read the short story in my mother's garden, it was warm and sunny.
This Easter holiday, we...
Published on April 10, 2012 16:06