Happy Easter

On the road to Emmaus the Risen Jesus opened the 

 scriptures to two of his disciples.

Walking Onion

It's not the time of year to be housebound with  a head cold. The winter was long and now, the ten foot snowbanks have finally melted down and disappeared. It's April.  Just a  patch of snow at the edge of the woods.  The robins and blue birds are back, and the garden needs to be examined:  the rhubarb and the walking onions, long time inhabitants.
We sit in front of the picture window looking at the bare brown field across the road, and my husband muses, "If I were to win the fifty million dollar lottery, I'd buy a big honk'n four wheel drive pick up and..."

I am thinking..." buy a pull behind house--a big honk'n thirty foot camper and take it on vacation."
But he completes his own sentence with, "....and buy a snowplow attachment."
I protest.  "You could pay somebody to blow out the driveway!" 
"Gotta do something outside during the winter." he says.

We have moved several times over the years, looking for the perfect work in the perfect place, and I have gotten used to exposed roots.  Sometimes I like to say good bye to places. Today is one of them.   To be like the walking onion -- to grow and bloom and bend a little outside of my circumference.