Eggs

My granddaughter's Easter basket. How grand. What fun. Hiding them (sort of) so a 2 year old could find them...what an unexpected joy.

I thought I would post this to calm down a bit (Walk to Paradise Garden is perhaps a good way to start) - my two others this morning, this fine fine fine morning, were about Yankee baseball ticket prices, getting older (42 years since 2001 the Space Odessy movie came out) and this which prompts me for getting ready to rustle up a scrambled egg or two for breakfast - a noble undertaking at  6am.  I never could sleep in but why do that anyway? Why miss this glorious sunrise. This is/was always the safest time of day....regroup, zen, take a deep breath. Start your day and enjoy every second of it.