SANTA HAS HIS SLEIGH

 

But here, in suburban St. Louis, the Easter Bunny tools around in a Ford Mustang convertible. I wonder how many eggs fit in the small trunk.                                     

MADELEINE MONDAY

Well, the kid wasn't very cooperative about posing since she was impatiently searching for the Easter eggs I had sprinkled in front of our house. Oh, well, a girl and her chocolate. The whole system has changed since I was young. There have been no actual eggs for a long time. Now it's plastic eggs that split apart to be filled with candy. No egg salad leftovers any more. Just sugar highs and whatever that leads to.     

HAPPY EASTER

To those who celebrate it. When I first saw this I did a double-take - a Christmas tree at this time of year? A closer examination showed it to be covered with Easter eggs, carrots and little bunnies, with a cloth saying Happy Easter spread on the floor beneath it. It is in a lounge at a hospital where a family member has been admitted with serious issues for some time. That is the reason I have been offline for a while. Things are gradually improving, though.        

April Is The Cruelest Month

So said St. Louis native T. S. Elliott in the opening line of his monumental poem, The Waste Land. This city hasn't seen snow on Easter since 1940. It was in the forecast yesterday but what we got was ice, rice grain-sized particles covering everything. This is the scene just outside of chez Crowe late yesterday afternoon. The daffodils have been defeated, while my daughter's and wife's cars became encased.          

Easter In STL (Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow)

Plastic eggs all over Citygarden for the children. The weather was gorgeous late Friday afternoon. Saturday was gray and drizzly, but there was a fun event we'll see soon. The weather shamans are predicting an inch of snow for late this afternoon and evening. We don't have snow on Christmas very often. I've never seen it on Easter.         

Madeleine Monday (In Her Easter Bonnet...)

Elegance and attitude in front of our house on Easter morning. She got that hat Saturday at the art museum, where we went to see a show called Degas, Impressionism And The Millinery Trade. It was about the fascination of those painters with the art of ornate hat making, the height of fashion in the late 19th and early 20th Centuries. 

We stopped in the shop after viewing the exhibit. Ellie was quite taken with the straw hat, modeling it for us with the price tag still attached, a la Minnie Pearl. We'll see the other grandkid in Michigan next weekend.     

Madeleine On Easter

We spent most of Easter at the home of our daughter, Emily, her husband, Brian, and the inimitable Madeleine. Our son Andy, his wife, Claire, and the granddaughter-to-be named-later were in from Chicago. Brian and Emily set up an egg hunt in the back yard - plastic, in two sections with bits of candy inside. The 19 month old didn't know what it was about, didn't know what she was looking for and may have never tasted candy before. (Our daughter is an exacting mother.) Still, Ms. M was persistent and gathered them all with some help from dad.