Since time immemorial, Easter has been a season of renewal, a time when nature starts over. It is a time when we trade the short, cold days of winter for the warmer, longer days of spring. As with every Easter weekend for as long as I can recall, this year’s holiday was one of family, and a long, lazy, do-nothing weekend. As in my boyhood days, this rite of spring culminated with generous servings of country ham, green beans, macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, and other essentials of the season.
I live in a small newer resort with seasonal migration. Ski season is transitioning to ‘mud season’ shortly. Our brief summer kicks off on July 4 with lake and mountain activities, then glorious fall. It’s a different way of life. I’m enjoying the contrast of a busy social calendar during the high seasons and the quietness of the slow seasons.
I live in a small newer resort with seasonal migration. Ski season is transitioning to ‘mud season’ shortly. Our brief summer kicks off on July 4 with lake and mountain activities, then glorious fall. It’s a different way of life. I’m enjoying the contrast of a busy social calendar during the high seasons and the quietness of the slow seasons.
Nice Marlon…