I remember, as a child, going to Sunday school and receiving a cross made from a palm leaf on Palm Sunday. On Easter Sunday, I would go to church with my grandmother, where I would receive an Easter message in the shape of a cross, usually with a picture of a lamb or spring flowers, and return home to a brightly packaged Easter egg. These days, however, I am content with watching the activity in the garden and relishing the longer days. Although it has been grey and drizzly this Easter, there is a sense of hope in the buds on the willow tree and glossy new leaves on the honeysuckle.

a froth of blossom
tangled in hawthorn bristles
speckled eggs in nests

Kim M. Russell, 2018

William Henry Hunt, ‘Hawthorn Blossoms and Bird’s Nest’, 1790-1864 – image found on www.vam.ac.uk

My response to Carpe Diem #1401 Easter

It’s Easter and…