My memories of Easter Sundays include two “traditions”:

1. Attending church. Not at the usual house of worship, however. Due to the spike in attendance, Easter service required being held somewhere with larger capacity: our local Seventh Day Adventist church. They didn’t use their sanctuary on Sunday; we needed the upgrade. Win/win.
2. Bad weather. Even though the first day of Spring will have come and gone as of Easter, somehow it always rained, despite any good weather immediately before or after. “Beautiful sunshiny day! Everyone put on your cheery best! Time to go celebrate–” “Look outside again. It just started raining.”

Oh, and before I forget, Happy Easter (rain or shine)!

Also, Happy (Belated) First Day of Spring!

Speaking of spring, I glanced up at ominous clouds over Texas while on vacation last week and spotted the cutest little buds:

The next thing I knew? Little buds everywhere!

And flowers!

Lots and lots of flowers!

Flowers in trees! Birds in trees! Trees that look like flower birds!

Flowers as BIG as trees! Smiling! Singing!

Wait, sorry, please scratch that. Pretty sure that might have been a dream…

Song of Songs 2:11-12 (NIV)
11  See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12  Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.