Sweet Bunny of Brown


Bunny of brown hopping through grasses of tall and green

Darting about stopping to munch his lunch.

Children at play point fingers his way

“Look,” they say!

Bunny of brown is fearful now hiding behind bushes near.

Toes of ten stuck on little feet skip loose around each bend

Hoping to catch a closer look of fur so soft with tail of white.

“If only to touch for one second in life, feelings of soft dreamy delight!”

Bunny of brown hiding under tree of pine where needles have fallen to the ground

With eyes of coffee watching carefully while ears twitch ever so slight.

Vibrations felt, grasses bend, toddlers and tots inch far too close

Bunny of brown jumping up and down hopping closer to its home.

Free at last hiding in his mother’s nest

Taking time to finally rest.

Yes, my sweet Bunny of Brown.

 *photos courtesy of Google Chrome

Life Anew


Vintage Easter Couple

Happy Easter Little Chickadee!

Wishing each and everyone the very best day

Filled with shining sun, grass of green and flowers of rainbow colors

Eggs dyed to match plus bunnies spun in chocolate silk

Children giggling, singing songs of sweet

Dinner delight and stories so right

When evening comes tuck angels in

Chubby fists clutching soft plush ears

Fuzzy tails and lucky feet

Books are read in whispered breaths 

Baskets hiding under feather beds 

Til tomorrow comes when

Life begins anew…

Happy Easter With A Croatian Tradition


A gift to us sent from Croatia via families and children who decorated the most fabulous ‘Easter Eggs’ I’ve ever seen. Thank you Sarah Vernon. Happy Easter!

Croatia, the War, and the Future

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in front of the Zagreb Cathedral, Croatia

Happy Easter!

To all who celebrate Easter: May you feel the hope of new beginnings, love and happiness throughout these Easter holidays and beyond throughout your life. And those who do not celebrate Easter: May love and happiness fill all your days.

I hope you will enjoy the photo gallery here of giant Easter eggs hand painted by joint efforts of Croatian artists as well as children across Croatia. This is a wonderful Croatian tradition that celebrates joy, peace and love. PLEASE CLICK ON PHOTOS TO ENJOY THE FULL GLORY IN THIS EASTER EGG ART

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Following photos are details on Easter eggs painted for the Zagreb Easter Exhibition in front of the Cathedral:

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Away from the capital Zagreb the joy of giant Easter eggs continues:

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In Otocac the children celebrate love and togetherness In Otocac the children celebrate love and…

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How Did The Easter Bunny Know?


Thinking of Easter, I’m feeling a bit nostalgic today.  Remembering frilly dresses of lace, bonnets of blue and baskets filled to the brim.  My mother loved to celebrate holidays like no other I knew.

When I was a child, there was a family owned candy story where everything was made the old-fashioned way, by hand.  Large copper kettles could be seen behind glass windows of tall in the back of the store.  To the front were rows of bins filled with hand-made confections plus tables where candy bars sat together with boxes of penny candy.

Easter time was my favorite in the store and my mother’s too.  Pastel decorations plus row upon row of individual cases held delectable delights.  Milk chocolate eggs, ‘sea-foam,’ caramel covered marshmallows and bunny rabbits in every color imaginable plus little lambs, baby chicks and rainbows of jellybeans.

Before the big day arrived, Mother always had the ruse of taking us into this most expensive candy store for something sweet, just for a treat.   She needed ‘Bunny’ ideas.  Our eyes lit at the sight of giant pastel rabbits hopping on top of tall cases every which way we turned.

On Easter morning, all of the children in the family woke early to hunt for Easter baskets.  It was a race of sorts to see who was the first to find his or hers.  Somehow we always knew the moment our own basket was discovered.  No names were ever displayed, but still we always knew.  If by accident we came across someone else’s basket, the secret was kept until all were found.  Sometimes it seemed to take forever, but miraculously a basket suddenly ‘appeared’ where once it had never been!

The Easter Rabbit filled each basket to the brim with our own special favorites, the same that had previously been seen at the expensive candy store.  The baskets would take our breath away, so big and beautiful they were.  Like magic, each one was enclosed in our favorite color of cellophane before being topped with a special fuzzy chick of yellow or soft white bunny at the top.  For years and years, I always wondered…. “How did the Easter Bunny know?”

For my mother who had grown-up as a child of poor, each and every holiday became the Christmas she had never known.  Easter was no exception.  Through no fault of my own, I’ve inherited many of her traditions.  Some may be needless but all are treasured.  Pictures of my own children at Easter time are glued into scrapbooks while last year, I had an egg hunt with my first-born grand-daughter on the back of my lawn.  She too, found an Easter basket.  The Easter Rabbit had carefully hidden it under a blanket between spindles of her nursery crib.

This year four more little ones are added to my brood, like bunnies in a nest.  No, not all will understand the meaning of the season or hunt for colored eggs beneath my birch tree of peeling white.  Yet, baskets for each one will be wrapped in colored cellophane, filled to the brim just like my mother would have done.

“How did the Easter Bunny know….?”

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Unexpected Easter Gifts


Shopping after church this morning, I observed a young child whose head was bare of hair except for strands of dark blonde, here and there.  Wispy, some long while others short.  New growth spouted at her scalp, fuzzy in texture and darker in color.  Her eyes were bright emerald-green, reminding me of St. Patrick’s Day.   Beneath the ‘sparkle’ of her eyes were shadows of gray, lying in pockets like puffy clouds that hinted of rain.

From an isle away, I stopped my cart, not able to look away from this innocent one.  She dangled bony legs in a basket pushed by her loving mother who was obviously celebrating a day alone and away with her daughter.  In their basket, a dress of white ruffles with a yellow satin sash.  Smiling, the little girl lifted thin arms, hugging her mommy around the neck.  Bending down to plant loving kisses I noticed a tear or two fall from the mother’s face of blush pink.  Quickly, she wiped them away with the palm of her hand.

I was in the store shopping for two of my grand-daughters, both of whom are healthy.  I suspected the little one being pushed in the cart was not.  Around the corner was a rack of fancy hats.  All child-sized, some with colored rainbow ribbons falling in back, others with big bows to the side and more with flowers painted in colors of pastels.

At that moment I accidentally pushed my cart into the mother and child’s silver of the same.  The little girl desperately wanted to wear a hat for Easter Sunday, and her mother so wanted to purchase one for her.  Yet they were all too big on her tiny head of no hair.  “Can I ask your opinion,” the mother nearly whispered to me?  “Why sure,” I replied, with a smile to my face.  “Delighted to help.  Let’s see what we can find!”

At first it seemed a fruitless task.  The sweet child’s head seemed to be swallowed in every brim.  At that moment the little girl noticed what was in my cart.  Easter presents for my grand-daughters.  Big baby dolls with hats on their heads!  Beautiful hats with ribbons and lace and yes, flowers to their sides bursting in beautiful blooms!

With an “Ah-Ha” moment I asked the mother to wait right there.  Quickly, I went to the isle where baby dolls sat on shelves.  Choosing another with a beautiful hat atop its head, I ran towards the front of the store.  The hat was white with a pink satin sash around the middle of the wide brim.  To the side was pinned an enormous flower of pink with variegated petals dipped in lime and peach.  I quickly paid for my purchases before returning to the row where my new ‘friends’ could be found.  There I handed the mother a separate bag.  “Please accept this Easter gift on one condition.”  She blushed, not knowing what to say while peeking inside.  “I’d like to see how lovely your precious daughter looks in her new hat before I leave the store.”

With that the mother’s eyes welled with tears again while placing the new baby doll in her daughter’s arms.  The hat from the doll’s head was lifted atop her child’s own, where it fit perfectly.  Together, we wheeled their cart to a shiny mirror in order for the little one to see her new ‘hat’s self’ for the very first time.

Clutching the baby doll in arms of two, a forlorn little girl suddenly smiled with glee. Gently, she fingered flower petals as if seeing them for the very first time in the whole of her life.  “Oh, Mommy, it’s so pretty!  This new hat makes me look and feel like a princess!”

One week from today, I shall think of my new ‘friends’ on Easter Sunday, together with each and every year afterward.

Lessons Learned…..

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Miracle Eggs


My family enjoyed a delightful day being together on Easter Sunday.  The sky was full of sunshine and blueness.  Breezy air felt fresh and clean, giving off warm scents of toasty baby blankets fallen from dryers, powdered with newness.  Grass was green and soft to fall upon.  Tall enough for baby bunnies to hole up under pines near plastic eggs hidden for toddlers eyes.  Soon the hunt was on for hidden treasures of rainbow-colored jelly beans, princess stickers, or jewels to wear.

The spirit of re-birth was everywhere my eyes could see.  Pale yellow daffodils looked lovely ‘hiding’ a carefully placed egg or two.  Birds flew near feeders chirping loudly for humans to move away.   Newly built homes hung on branches only the day before, had already been ‘rented’ out for the season.  Feathered heads poked out to see what the fuss was all about.

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