Easter Saturday. it's raining. no colors sparkling in the sun.

just a few small flowers are blooming in the yard. the cat and I enjoyed discovering them yesterday. they are spread out. some are white, others have beautiful blue stripes. they are tiny but so pretty.

it is easier to leave the house for a few days, when it rains.. yesterday, during my run, i had moments when my heart was jumping because of the beauty of the land exploding into spring, into the warm winds, into the blue sky, into the marvelous sun. Easter is my favorite holiday and i wish it would be celebrated here like it is in Greece, Spain or Italy. With all the fabulous food and decorations, with all it's magic. Easter is more than an Easter Sunday feast. it makes me angry and sad at the same time that the way life is lived here nobody takes the time anymore to foster these traditions. It boils down to a Hallmark card event and a Walmart dress for the girls and a turkey dinner with friends and family. but there is magic to it, when the house is decorated, the kitchen carries the delicious smell of baked goods, the eggs are colored or painted, the tables are decorated for days on end... it's the glory of spring, of renewal, the rebirth of nature ( not to mention the religious aspect). Easter can lift our spirits, as color and senses come back, the cold winter coming to an end and the longer days inviting us outside. Easter is time well spent when we commit ourselves to the magic of it...oh.. and I must run now..into the rainy day..