I really haven't celebrated this holiday in decades. However, I did give my oldest daughter the first Easter basket I have given her since she was about 12 years old. She turns 50 this month. I don't know, it just seemed like the right thing to do. I think she enjoyed it. I saw our first Robin of the year in the backyard yesterday. That is usually a pretty good sign that Spring is either here or on its way. About time. The seasons seem so endless here in the Rocky Mountains. But they aren't. March just beats us up and makes us grateful for April and May. Makes you wonder how many more times God is going to allow us to bring in the seasons. I want to go work in the garden. Much too soon.