To come home.
To stand in the house looking at each other, loving these four walls and what they hold.
To make scrambled eggs.
To say "eat your chocolate in the garden" and have a garden to eat chocolate in.
To sit in silence as night falls.
To have a second cup of tea.
To have faith.
To rest in that and wish you all a good night.
And a Happy Easter.
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Your Easter eggs are beautiful! Some of them look like what we grew up dying with onion skins. I don't see this type very often. I grew up believing they were Latvian Easter eggs. Since then I've learned other cultures use a similar method. It seems your holiday has been quite lovely.
And Happy Easter to you. Hope all is good.
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Ebba
Denise! Thank you. I did dye them with onion skins and wrapped them in tin foil before boiling. I love them. They're almost too pretty to eat. The blue and green one are made of wood and look Russian/Latvian/Eastern Europe to my Scandi eye. Thanks for reading!
Ebba! Min finaste påskpresent! Lovely to see you here. Ses alldeles snart.
I agree with Denise. Your eggs are lovely. Lovely.
I am so full.
Christ is Risen.
Ramone, I'm OD:ing on chocolate cake leftovers myself. Have you had enough cheese? Indeed He is.
Hi Anna! This writing was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I am back to work and will soon be back to writing. Glad to be back to reading at least!
Meredith! So very glad to see you again! Are you ok? I've been thinking about you.
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