Easter Sunday Bouquet

• Dream Easter weather--sunny, warm, blue-sky beautiful.
• Three pretty baskets of treats, the heavy pink hyacinth on our dining room table bending over to fill up a lot of mine.
• Mass.
• Surprise visit from my good young friend Nikki. 
• True talk with my Figgy--in the car.
• The vibrant tulips and sweet dainty daffodils in the back gardens at Susan's house, where we went for Easter dinner.
• The egg hunt there.
• Meeting and talking to another guest, Jackie, an amazing TV set director who was encouraging to Fig and generous with her experience and advice.
• The grace, and the toast, at the table. The eating of mashed potatoes, roast lamb, mint jelly, Brussels sprouts and carrots with a set of grade-school triplets; Susan's two teen girls and her gracious mom; a young lady from Switzerland, here working in NYC; a nice woman and her nice tall son from the West Village; and others. 
• The coffee served in cherished, gold-rimmed china cups. I felt so adult, stirring in milk with a small silver spoon, lifting the cup from the saucer, sipping and resting it carefully back in its place. Somehow the pouring of coffee in those cups really took me back to my parents entertaining back in Dumont at the long table covered with a Quaker lace cloth.
• Talking to my big sister for Easter; she flew to California on a trip today.
• The cool breeze right now, screens open.

TCOY

1. Brief walk with Sug.
2. Short stolen nap on couch.