Of bonnets and bunnies and Easter bounty…
This morning’s sunrise over the bay was a gentle glow, not a spectacular splash like sometimes. The new flags in the churchyard waved in a breeze that promised one of those ‘variable days’ weather-wise for this Easter Sunday of 2017. A veritable hang-onto-your-hat day during that imaginary Easter Parade at the Beach.
At least, I think it’s imaginary. Although the Easter Parade still happens in New York and in many other cities besides, it’s one festival I’ve never heard of here at the beach. Church services and clam digs and egg hunts, yes. But no Easter Parade. Probably the iffy-ness of Eastertime weather is the reason.
Now that there aren’t any regular services in the Oysterville Church – not since the 1930s my mother said – and nothing special planned for Easter, we won’t even get the pleasure of seeing a procession of fancy hats going past our house for a service. Not that most women actually wear hats anymore – not even to church. Every once in a while, someone wears a hat to our Music Vespers services in the summer and I always hope it’s a fashion statement that will make a resurgence. So far, though… not so much.
However, I’m happy to say that my cousins at the Red House are planning a little egg-hunt-around-town for later today. Our girls in the coop even contributed some of eggs to that endeavor – three brown eggs collected by eight-year-old Ginger first thing Friday morning!
Like her mom Abby, her late grandma Beeg, and her (before-she-was-born) great-grandma Barbara, Gin is one of the ‘visiting’ cousins. I’m never quite sure if it’s the chickens or her elderly cousins she really wants to see, but she never fails to ring the bell, accept our invitation to come into the house and then sit in the library for ‘a good and proper visit’ before she checks the nest boxes at the coop! What a gal!
As for Easter Dinner… we’ve been invited out! “We’ll start with oysters, hors d’oeuvres, bubbles and bloodies” wrote our host, and then proceed to a meal “loosely based on the Easter feasts I remember growing up, but with about four fewer courses.”
I can’t wait!