While my previous home was actually a tad larger than my current red farmhouse, it was that suburban yard that tickled no one's fancy. Now that I am surrounded by woods, pond, pine groves and meadows, the family has begun to come here for our celebrations.
And I'm loving it.
Even as I have a new appreciation for all the work our previous hosts took on to make us all welcome in their home ... I am enjoying now my turn at being host. The kitchen is filled with the aromas of cooking (and I get to keep the leftovers, if any!), and I am enjoying the pleasures of transferring my love for my family into the dishes I make. There is something so nourishing and nurturing about feeding the ones we love.
That was part of the reason I moved to Z Acres, after all. This is my return to a simpler life. Here, I can grow my own vegetables, keep beehives for honey, make my own jams from the berries that grow here, and later this spring ... take on the new adventure of keeping my own chickens.
It is wonderful to share all of that with family and friends. So this Easter, I was struck with the sudden wish to bring back a little playfulness. Isn't Easter about being born anew? About opening our hearts in renewed faith, believing in the blessing, trusting in tomorrow, and finding our joy again. Because all things are possible.
To have the heart of a child ...
|Mama's "paska," a favorite Latvian Easter treat|
It's Easter. It's spring. The skies are blue, and my heart is light. Happy Easter to all of you, and the children among you and in you. This Easter, have the heart of a child ... and trust, and love, and believe.
|Mom and Dad arrive at Z Acres for Easter ...|
Sunday brunch ...