EASTER AWAKENING

 

Never yet was a spring-time,

Late through lingered the snow,

That the sap stirred not at the whisper

Of the south wind, sweet and low;

Never yet was a spring-time,

Come, when the buds forgot to blow.

Even the wings of the summer

Are folded under the mould:

Life, that has known no dying,

Is Love's, to have and to hold.

Till sudden, the bourgeoning Easter!

The song of the green, the pink and the gold. 

-Margaret Elizabth Munson Sangster

A celebration for spring, renewal and nature for us at the Casa du Borghese. Our morning started with hot crossed buns, and we even enjoyed it outside with coffee for our pew. On tap, a lamb roast, with a lemon, rosemary and feta sauce, ginger and honey glazed parsnips and red potatoes, beets and asparaguy! Pear martinis on tap for happy hour.  All with the Lad and mother's nieces and one cousin. The Dame came through with a lovely bounty of flowers to grace the table. All told a lovely day so far.

A Happy Easter and a Joyous Spring to all.

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