Monday, April 13, 2009

Easter in a box.

Tomorrow I will begin the sad task of packing up Easter. The house will look plain until.......what? July 4th? That is a long time for a frustrated Macy's window designer.

This is the wreath I will pack away until next Easter. I adorned it with a broken tea cup too dear to toss and some of the little spoons we inherited from Joe's mother's silver chest. The little handmade cross was a quarter at this year's garden club flea market.

It brightened up our door and served as fair warning to all who enter -- inside this home is a little of this and that. Nothing perfect and nothing too fine. Just a happy collection of things (and people) we cherish.

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