Remembering Easter when I was small and wore a bonnet, gloves and shiny black mary janes to greet the Easter Bunny.
Those memories are happy and I know I was lucky to have those experiences. The dog trying his best to stick his nose down in the basket, me pulling it away and running through the grass; dogwood blooms falling gently to the ground.
By the end of the day, my hat was surely gone, dirt stained my gloves and the shoes and dainty lace edged socks were tossed someplace, so I could be barefooted and free...
the sugar from the headless rabbit, abandoned in plastic grass near the bottom of the basket, giving me energy to chase the dog, who was busy chasing chameleons.
Memories of Easter in Augusta when I was small are touching the day with sadness.
Hard to believe it was 43 years ago.
I embroider flowers with no rhyme or reason.
No plan, just letting the needle guide my hand, where it will.
Trying to balance the jellybean colors so that they compliment each other as the gardens bloom.
Memories of azaleas, dogwood and forsythia blossoms everywhere along the neighborhood.
My springtime elegance.
Happy Easter,
I hope the Bunny found you well and happy this year,
Love & Stitches,
calamity kim