“The RoseBouquet”

I wish you a blessed and very happy Easter! May you take great joy from knowing that Jesus rose again from the dead. This means death’s door is not permanently slammed shut after us either! We can be resurrected!

I suppose you have your Easter plans all in place, right? Sometimes tradition is so ingrained that you don’t have to worry about much planning. You know your family always celebrates this holiday in a certain way.

In years past we used to discuss by phone a week or two ahead, with extended family to see which ones were coming “home” for Easter weekend. In more recent years, it’s just been Dad and me, and since my brother Tom is in a wheelchair, it was less fuss and bother to pack up a good meal and take it to visit him in his apartment in the city. I think that is going to happen again, except that this time it will be just Tom and me.

I’d like to take him for a drive to see my little mint green dream house, but I’m not sure if I dare lift his wheelchair into the trunk yet. My T6 vertebrae might scream up in pain. However, I’m sure the Lord knows a way around that.

In this area we are all - (well perhaps not the kids, and a few other impatient sorts) - grateful that we are having a slow spring thaw. The temperatures are not very warm yet, but even when below freezing at 0 C, and with chilly breezes, the snow is evaporating and disappearing. We prefer that to having it melt too fast, sink down to the water table under ground and come up in our basements.

Dad’s sump pump has done some work, but it seems to need some physical help sometimes. I try to check it a couple of times a day. Just in case.