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Easter Sunday Letter: 04.12.2020

April 12, 2020 By Talya Tate Boerner 19 Comments

Easter Sunday letter

Happy Easter, y’all. This is a strange one, no doubt.

This year, we had planned to visit our daughter and son-in-law in Austin at Easter. Those plans were cancelled. Typically, we get together with family in Fayetteville. Not this year.

This year, Easter falls on #StayHome Day 30 for us. For our Easter meal, we are having crab cakes, Brussel sprouts, carrots and salad. Maybe I’ll even set the table with the good china. But it will just be John and me. And Lucy and Annabelle, of course.

By the way, this Easter Sunday Letter includes a few hidden Easter eggs. (And by Easter eggs I don’t mean the hard-boiled sort. I mean the hidden object kind.) Really, it’s a secret message. My own version of a Easter egg hunt.

This Happened

Years ago, Denise Donnelly taught me to never cut my own hair. And I’ve abided by her advice for years.

And then this week, this happened.

hair cut

The rules have changed.

I snipped the length about half an inch and trimmed my long layers a tiny bit, the way I’ve watched  Denise (Dallas) and Morgan (Fayetteville) do through the years.

I used my very best, sharpest scissors, the ones only used for special craft projects (and now hair).

I think I did an okay job. (If you saw my garden tour video on Facebook, it was taken after my haircut.)

Please Lord, don’t let me lose my mind and buy a Frost and Tip Kit.

We are all so grateful for the doctors and nurses and essential workers who are saving lives and keeping our country hobbling along. But you know who will be on the front line when this is over? Hairdressers. They will be essential. And they will certainly have their work cut out for them.

A Positive Sign

I’ve been looking for the positive in all the craziness. This past week I found lots of positive.

How about two four-leaf clovers in two days! One in our yard; one in Momma’s. If that isn’t a lucky sign, I don’t know what is.

I’m really into clover. (How’s that for being a dork?) The past two years, we’ve been converting our back lawn into a clover lawn. Because of this, I possibly notice clover more than the “normal” person. And maybe that’s why I just happened to spy two lucky ones in two days.

four-leaf

lucky clover

Two different varieties. Aren’t they pretty!?

I left them both to grow.

We need all the luck we can get.

Two Treasures

John planted a redbud last week and uncovered two more treasures!

Treasures!

I’m curious. What do you think the metal loopy thing was used for?

We have a whole collection of bottles that were unearthed from our property, along with pieces of broken dishes and pottery. I have plans to make something from the broken earthenware. We display the bottles like artwork.

Because they are artwork.

old bottles

Back in 2014 I wrote a blog post about the history of things left behind on our property. You can read it again HERE.

Easter Rosebud

Our first rosebud quietly bloomed for Good Friday. So flawless and beautiful and unassuming. Surrounded by other buds still clamped tight as tiny fists, she was the first to bravely open her eyes, to reach for the sunlight, to see Easter morning.

She reminds me of the rosebuds Staci and I wore to Brinkley Chapel all those years ago.

White patent shoes and new lacy socks, gloves and a hat, skinny legs with a fading bruise or three—Momma curled our hair and pinned a rose on our Easter dress, wrangled our best selves into the church house on Easter Sunday.

Vintage Easter

The Easter bunny had already come bringing a basket filled with plastic eggs and chocolate candy and a new coloring book.

We were like those new rosebuds, fresh off the spring assembly line, hardy yet fragile, not yet ready to face the whole wide world but carefree in our corner of Mississippi County. And on that day at that time, we believed wholeheartedly in Jesus and the Easter Bunny and roses and white gloves and clean-smelling hair with bangs freshly cut over the bathroom sink.

Maybe we still do.

Things Momma Says:

Things Momma Says

Lordy, my hair is looking more and more beautiful every day I’m isolated.

 

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Thanks for reading this Easter Sunday Letter.

He is risen!

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

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Comments

  1. Barbara Tate says

    April 12, 2020 at 7:58 am

    ❤️

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  2. Lynn Terry says

    April 12, 2020 at 8:06 am

    Another great letter. I’ve never found a 4 leaf clover. Happy Easter! ✝️?☮️

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:49 am

      Really? Now would be a good time to find one!

      Reply
  3. Cathy V says

    April 12, 2020 at 8:25 am

    Such a sweet Sunday letter. Happy Easter to you all.

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:49 am

      Thanks, you too!

      Reply
  4. Beth C Watson says

    April 12, 2020 at 8:39 am

    He is risen indeed!

    Reply
  5. Carol Owen says

    April 12, 2020 at 12:11 pm

    The loopy thing looks like a stake of some kind to me. Happy Easter!

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:50 am

      I put it in one of my potted plants for decoration:)

      Reply
  6. Carol says

    April 12, 2020 at 12:20 pm

    Lol.. here comes Peter Cottontail….

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:50 am

      Happy Easter:)

      Reply
  7. Elaine says

    April 12, 2020 at 12:23 pm

    Loved your a Sunday letter with its secret message today! Happy Easter! (I too am guilty of taking scissors to my hair! Color in a box may be next!)

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:50 am

      Thanks, Elaine!

      Reply
  8. Colene says

    April 12, 2020 at 12:36 pm

    Sneaky! Lol ..hoppin’ down the bunny trail. ? ?
    I wish I could say the same thing about my hair as your momma did. I’ve tried to grow my bangs several times but always give up and have my girl trim them. Maybe this time I will get through that horrible phase. I doubt it.

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:51 am

      She said it with a heavy dose of facetiousness.

      Reply
  9. Karen says

    April 12, 2020 at 2:06 pm

    Here comes Peter Cotton Tail! Happy Easter!!! BTW, could the metal spirally thing be a holder for fireworks?
    Have a lovely day! He Is Risen xxx

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:52 am

      Indeed!
      Someone told me it was to hold a fishing pole on the bank. Who knows???

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  10. Valeria Gibertoni says

    April 12, 2020 at 10:22 pm

    Happy Easter ????!!!
    ??

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    • Talya Tate Boerner says

      April 13, 2020 at 7:52 am

      Happy Easter, friend!

      Reply
  11. txfen says

    April 13, 2020 at 8:32 am

    Another thing we share besides the passion for writing–saving the objects we discover while digging. I even save the broken glass in a little pile at the base of a tree…which the squirrels promptly scatter. Because our retirement home is the family farm dating back to the settlement of the prairie, I assume the objects once were used by family. I too have found many types of bottles and broken dishes but also rusted tools. When I was a child, my father looped wire around a magnet that I dragged all over the farmstead, and when I had enough old oil cans full we took my labor to town and I got the profits from selling it to the scrap metal man. Decades later, as a retiree, I am still collecting “stuff” my ancestors discarded!

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