Easter

A cold and windy winter. Now spring is late, 3 weeks late.
Snowflakes swirled as I drove down to see my grandson and his parents.
His mom filled plastic eggs with small pieces of tangerine, metal cars, and chocolate kisses. He crawled around and opened the eggs. His dad made us tiny breakfast sandwiches: miniature bagels stuffed with pepper and onion omelets; topped with pickled onion, greens, and spicy mustard.

Snow is predicted all week; daffodils are budding along the south wall.
A long winter, but love and flowers renew my heart.