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.