Ah, Easter & missing Time

Ah, Easter & missing Time

Brazil Buzz

By Mary Lou Sartor

It is evening now, and the naptime I enjoyed earlier is over. We spent several hours celebrating with our family this Easter Sunday.

Starla and Bruce May held the dinner and egg hunt at their home in Carmel again this year.

The huge home was decorated with Easter treasures from around the world and flowers galore.

All enjoyed a delicious pitch-in dinner. Cake and pies and chocolate bunny favors pleased the guests as well.

After the meal, full stomachs, and good conversation, it was time to go outside and watch the young and young at heart engage in an Easter egg hunt.

The hunters found the eggs all over the spacious yard, from the crowns of trees to the hardy flower beds. All eggs were found, and the baskets filled fast.

Starla and Lori prepared to take off and find a few eggs themselves. The eggs were hidden in different places, high and low. One was nestled in our youngest granddaughter Mary’s hair bun. Our fun-loving daughter’s game was a fight to the finish. They darted around the cedars, searching high and low. They were as spry as frightened young deer on the run. Their baskets were filled with laughter, pushing, shoving, and determination to be declared the winner. Short of counting the hen fruit in matching containers, both were worthy of a trophy-- a loving mom’s opinion…

We older folks enjoyed the day’s warmth, relaxing in wicker chairs with comfy cushions on the patio and feeling blessed.

All too soon, it was time to go our separate ways. Starla and Bruce brought us home to be with Tootie Mae, waiting to hear all about it and remind us it was almost suppertime.

We did notice some storm damage on the way home, trees down and uprooted, tarp-covered roofs, and litter in yards and thereabout.

Paul, I, and our neighbors saw minimal damage from the last weather event. We did lose a part of a shingle or two. I mailed my yearly subscription payment to the Brazil Times on March 28. The office to date has yet to receive the compensation.

I think the back door of my shiny common black mailbox, found down, met up with the strong wind earlier. My outgoing letter was sent flying. It has been around for a very long time for me. So many theories and solutions. It was stupid of me to think there would be a problem. Me without a Brazil Time would be like a day without sunshine.

If, after the last weather event, anything lands on your space that does not belong to you, try to make an effort to locate the rightful owner. Above all, lend a helping hand to s)and friends less fortunate than you. Do not steal from the rubble left by disasters for your gain. I am just saying.

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