First, I would like to offer you a profound treat. As part of your preparation for Easter (not the chickie and bunny part, but the heart-stopping love part), I refer you to a lovely piece of writing done by one of my dear friends, Cori. What a woman. What a perspective.
Second, I’m going to complain about how there aren’t enough hours in the day. I cannot seem to do all the basic things (for me: treadmill, horse-feeding, dog-wrangling, shower, keeping track of the money, turning writing into books, preserving the past, planning for the future and loving people) much less remember the holidays more than twelve hours before they happen, knit camels and other beasts, read swell novels, write about them, blog- and the rest of it. Personally, I think days should be elastic—defined by what wants to be done in them rather than by suns and clocks and schedules.
Third, some images from the past couple of days: