Today is Easter Sunday, and I want to offer you the warmest Easter well-wishes. The day is almost over as I write, but my hope and prayer for you–and for myself–is that the spirit of Easter may live on every day of the year.
It is fitting that we celebrate Easter in early spring when new life abounds. The grass and trees are green again, and renewal is all around. The great circle of nature begins once again; the promise of warmer days is being fulfilled. Like Easter, you could even consider it a miracle.
I spent the weekend with family. Yesterday, both Suzanne and I traveled north to the home of one of our brothers who lives near our family farm, where another brother lives. Three of our four brothers were there; Gail was in Denver where her college-age son was playing volleyball for his school’s men’s club. Our gatherings are always a bit more subdued without Gail, but, alas, she will be in our small city next weekend.
Today–Sunday–I traveled south to celebrate with my husband’s family. More food and festivities followed, and family ties were celebrated.
I prepared and proffered deviled eggs today; yesterday I brought Mom’s famous potato dish to our family gathering. As I stood by the kitchen sink peeling potatoes, I thought about Mom, and the thousands of potatoes she peeled for our daily meat-and-potatoes meals on the farm. Thousands of potatoes, peeled as an offering of love for her family. The more I peeled, the more I thought about her. The more I thought about her, the more I felt her there, and it was sweet-bitter. She wouldn’t be joining us physically for Easter, but she would indeed be there.
And she was. So was Dad. Whenever we are together, they are there.
It’s that simple. It only takes potatoes and a little bit of tuning in.
The renewal miracles of Easter and nature are always there for us if we simply tune in.
I had a great birthday this past week. It, too, was simple. Good food, family and friends; even a little bit of cake on my face–thanks to Suzanne and our friend Tanya.
Thanks to all who helped me celebrate, and for all the well-wishes. Please be sure to celebrate your next birthday, no matter how simple your celebration is.
I’m spending the rest of Easter Sunday simply, which means I am keeping this post short. I didn’t even post all three pictures at the beginning from our three Thanksgiving celebrations since the blog started; I only posted one.
Sometimes, less is more. Sometimes, less than 500 words is better than my typical 2,000-plus. Sometimes, something as mundane as peeling potatoes can bring unexpected joy, if we are open to it.
And sometimes, the most beautiful pictures taken are of the scenery we may overlook at first, like I did with this one until Suzanne pointed it out from our brother’s yard.
My next six weeks are filled with weekend activities, and my posts may be hit-and-miss. As always, I appreciate all of you who take the time to read my blog posts.
Happy Easter today, and every day.
4 thoughts on “PEELING POTATOES”
I was not allowed to peel potatoes at my mother-in-laws. I was assigned that job once & only once. She was astounded how much of the potato I was wasting! She didn’t waste anything!
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Thanks for the memory! I remember learning from my mother to be careful not to cut too much out…
Happy Easter Kathleen. I remember peeling lots of potatoes growing up too. Family get togethers required more potatoes and I remember going early to help my Granny peel potatoes at Christmas. Lots of mashed potatoes to go with the turkey and home made chicken and noodles!!! Glad you had a good birthday and were able to celebrate another year. Loved the picture from your brothers farm. Hope you have a great week.
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As always ,Lorelle, thank you so much! I hope you had a great Easter, and you are having a good week!