Happy Easter, everyone. This has always been my favourite time of the year. It's spring, but to me it's the official start of summer. When I was growing up on Vancouver Island, as soon as Easter weekend was over, that was our cue that summer was here, and it was time to go swimming. We would run home after school, put on our bathing suits, and head off down to Rogers Creek. The water was just barely melted ice, but you can actually feel quite warm, once hypothermia sets in. On Easter Sunday, our family would wear our "Sunday best" and go to the morning service at All Saints Anglican Church. I sang in the choir, with my little robes and velvet bow. But the best part of Easter is the renewal of all that has been dormant over the past few months. The Japanese plum tree outside my window is in full bloom, in all its glory. To me, that has always had a connection to the resurrection. Life, rising again.
Have a wonderful Easter, everyone. I hope the Easter bunny found you. In Canada, this is a four-day weekend, and it's just what the Easter bunny ordered.