Easter is, of course, about the resurrection of Christ, a celebration of miracles. That said, I also associate it with new birth, and rebirth....a dying-down, and a rising-up...reaching the depths of dispair, and finding that one can rise above dispair. The harbinger of Spring and new life ahead.My dear Marty, of "A Stroll Though Life", is having a cloche party...I tried to leave a comment, but, of course, it didn't take...Not sure how to join the party, but Marty (hey, we're rhyming here!), this one's for you. I gathered all my bunnies, and had my own "Easter Bunnies on Parade".
I painted this painting years ago, and didn't finish it...finally, it is finished...It represents my garden in Wisconsin...It's planting time here in Texas, and the plants in the foreground are: dill, tomatoes, and basil. The deer won't eat the basil, I know, but I have to figure out how to protect the tomatoes..probably tpees. Anyway, it's raining today, so I won't be planting...
Here is our miracle girl, Gussie, who loves to sun herself in the master bathroom. We have a glass-block window, and both our orchid and Gussie love it there. Having lost her sight and regained it is truly a miracle (thanks to God and modern medicine). I am going to be driving to Wisconsin in a few weeks (all by myself...to see my dentist..the one's here scare me)..anyway, I am the one who administers her meds..and it is a battle. The next miracle is that my husband can do it instead. She's fourteen, and it's just this year that she allows him to even pet her...we are going to have to get very creative about this. My husband used to be a scientist, and worked with lab animals all the time (he left the labs because he couldn't stand having to experiment and "sacrifice" so many animals)...so, he can do the administering just fine - it's catching her that will be the miracle. Without a dosage every day, she would go blind again. So, we will start practicing soon.