Enthusiasm
Only slight hints of spring came with Easter this year. There had been just enough time to melt the snow that had fallen the weekend before. Sunnier yards had green shoots of daffodils, but ours were only just poking through the ground. Of ducks in the creek, I counted only one lone mallard on my walk. Easter day itself was marked by high cold winds and further threats of snow. The kid’s discovery of the thrill of an egg hunt redeemed such weather, however. It was excitement enough to make all the bitterness left by winter melt away.
