Reminds me of Summer birds returning to the neighborhoods, hearing them sing all those beautiful melodies that you haven’t heard for a whole year.  Suddenly the trees are filled with the cacophony of several hundred different types of winged creatures.   All the males are trying to outdo each other, vying for the most desirable females.

Speaking of birds, this reminds me of something that happened last year.  In early spring I reminded my son to take down our Holiday wreaths and put them in storage.  Well, he must have forgotten to do the chore, so the next week I asked him to do it this week.  I saw that he was out on the front porch area and I thought “he must be doing the work.” Five minutes went by, and I heard my son screaming, Mom you have to come out here right now!   So I dropped what I was doing and I ran out to the front porch.  My son is holding the wreath with both hands and says look at the top of the wreath. So I look at the top and I see a small bird’s nest right at the top of the wreath.  My son lowers the wreath so I can see inside the nest.  There were three tiny beautiful blue eggs.  My jaw drops at this point.  At the same time I hear these ear screeching tweets coming from a nearby tree.  I look over at the tree and see two tiny orange colored birds squawking and flying up and down in the tree. I immediately deduce that this is their nest, so my son and I carefully place the wreath back up on the light post and try to leave the nest alone.  This is a difficult task to do because our front door is three feet from the nest. It took about two months for those eggs to hatch and then the birds needed a larger nest so they finally moved out, then we could finally take down our Holiday wreath!

Some of my earliest memories of Easter was when I was young and it was about one week before Easter and I was anxious and excited because my Mother would take me to go shopping for a new dress to wear on Easter at our church services.  I would also recall a few days before Easter, I would wake up to a very odd smell. I finally figured out that I was smelling the odor produced by the boiling of eggs.  Lots of eggs.  My Mother would always cook at least 15 to 16 eggs because she thought a few of them would crack and they would become unusable for dying, but of course they would be available to eat immediately.  Yum, Yum good!!!

My family always had the best colored eggs and we would rotate our baskets.  We always had fresh plastic grass each year and we would put our eggs in the baskets and our Mother would go to a local chocolate shop and get us an assortment of delicious bunnies and chicks, and foil eggs.  And then our family would go to a relative’s house to celebrate Easter and have a great party and meal.  I would get to see all my cousins, aunts and uncles.  We all had a wonderful Easter together!