Yes, I know. Easter isn't about bunnies and mannikins, but I do still have a pretty high level of inner kid in this 75-year-old body. Tomorrow we'll read the Passion at church, but my mind does snap back to when my own kids were little (now 50, 49 and 46) and after church we had the big egg hunt in the back yard.
I have an extensive (50?) gorgeous stuffed rabbit collection, but I'm just too tired to put it out this year--and who will see it anyway? So, I'm putting out special memories instead.
I call these Mae's rabbits. Many years ago my dear friend Mae brought over this little vase and four rabbits on a night when the journal group was meeting and I've cherished it ever since. Mae is 85 now and I was so delighted to get a phone call this week that she is coming to our journal group on Monday night. She has not been for a few years and we are so excited to see her. The journal group still meets monthly and we began in 1989. Our numbers have decreased but usually four people show up. Not bad for that length of time. This kind of sharing group is such a blessing and I am reminded of how we all measured our kids with a yard stick against a door frame, until we moved and someone painted over those memories. But, this group of women (and one man the last several years) has been like a measuring stick of life. What we have been through together!
Below you will see what I call Ruth's eggs. Ruth is also an old friend and was a housemate for four years. She gifted me with this little rabbit wagon more than 10 years ago. Inside are hand-carved eggs from Hungary that she brought back from a trip. Ruth now lives in Ojai, but still comes to L.A. at least once a week to see clients in her therapy practice--and she stays in her old room.
And finally Sophia, the art mannikin, is prepared for Easter. She wore her St. Patrick's Day outfit most of March. She says that she is glad she lives in Southern California or she probably would have to wear Artic gear. I've watched the weather reports this evening and I know a lot of the U.S. is still deep in winter.