We have now entered the zone of Spring where we see 3 crosses draped in purple or flowers in front of churches. We see ornate flower and egg wreaths on residential door fronts and we see PEEPS spilling out of every endcap in every store in town! Easter-the holiday that every vacuum cleaner dreads! Having to inhale miles of Easter grass that then wraps around their wheels and smells like burning Barbie for 6 months! My vacuum is usually an avant-garde collage of German Shepherd hair, Christmas tree hooks and Easter Grass. Perhaps I should remove the vacuum brush and sell it on Etsy as,”The Backlash of Suburbia.” I like it, no?
As a small (ok, not really, I was a bit of a chunk) girl I got to go through an Easter hell. I went to a school that did Easter up Southern Religious style-complete with cantata and the nail-biting decision of what overblown Easter dress to purchase but I went to a church that said Easter was not a real holiday and so there was no celebration NO fancy dress or FUN. NO FUN EVER. So, how did that shape me for adulthood? Well, my kids are going to hunt eggs and get chocolate bunnies and I am going to get a fancy, schmancy dress and some god-awful white sandals and we are going to enjoy nature and our chickens and their eggs and be grateful for the crazy family that will invade us on Sunday and eat my food like a tribe of ravenous wildebeasts. And if cleanliness is next to godliness, well, that will last for about 10 minutes.
