My little crocuses did survive the snow cover for couple days. Saturday friends of mine came from Orangeville visiting and brought me this one egg. It was customary to colour eggs for Easter. In my country they were mostly done in onion skins or other plant materials for change of colour. After they had folks ornaments either scratched in the colour or marked wit pencils. I have not done it for few years now. My hands are not good enough to make such small designs. Though the girls had coloured this egg the Canadian way I still felt touched that they remembered me. So, since the snow was gone, I went outside and put the egg beside my crocuses and enjoyed my own poor creation to make a Easter card to e-mail to family and friends. Besides - there is joy in those little things and I am happy to send it believing that other people will, at least have a smile about.
This morning felt to be different. The sun seemed to be brighter than other days I bothered to pay attention to. It did lift my soul up high - joyful peace for the day most signified for all who believe in Christ.
This blog might seem like a hollow chit-chat to some, but to me it is taking all the dust of my soul and worth celebrating.
