Our Mango tree is laden with fruit about the size of mismatched Easter eggs, many of which have already landed in the pool or have thumped to the deck. But, God willing, enough will hang on till they grow and ripen in a month or so.
Matt and family are in Naples, and Beck and family in Newport. Dick and I are in Key West, missing family, but awaiting mango-ripening season. It is warm in South Florida, but futile to head north, as much as we long to be in the garden. Springtime doesn’t arrive easily in New England. Noses are pressed to windows, awaiting temps to rise and winds to cease. Early sightings of Robin Redbreasts bring cautious optimism that the earth is warm enough for planting.
But it’s not like the old days. Growing up in the House on Cliff Terrace, Easter in Newport got underway with mass at St. Mary’s Church, and four sisters decked out in brand new Easter outfits. Then the Egg hunt, the Baskets hidden in plain sight, and the Breakfast: homemade Kielbasa, colored eggs, horseradish, mustard, and enough chocolate to drown in.
Happy Easter and wonderful memories to all wherever this Easter finds you.
Debbie and Dick