How We Do Holidays Around Here

Good morning, Gorgeous! Â I hope your Easter weekend was beautiful and restful.

I have a holiday weekend strategy that you might find helpful. Â It comes from years of trial and error where I needed a vacation from my post holiday/over-stressed blues. Â Besides my weekend strategy, you also might want to adopt my Easter basket philosophy, which isâ€” if you can’t get it at the grocery store, you’re not trying hard enough.

Also? Â It helps if the baskets are small, which the grocery store can most certainly help you with. Â Amen and amen. Â #easterbasketslackersunite

What I lack in Easter basket finesse, I make up for in food.

(Please see exhibit A.)

And after years of Pinterest-like Easter basket prowess, I’ve given it up for greener pastures. Â Gift cards and grocery store sundries are where it’s at.

Trust me on this.)

I do make a pretty serious commitment to keep the schedule light and the food over-the-top. Â And not the other way around.

I celebrate spring victories, like tulips……

and dogwoods

and perfect (unedited) sunsets.

I try to savor this…….

and this…….

and this…..

I give myself the gift of a good book and some poetry and some much needed perspective.

I try to remember the magic that every single day holds if I care enough to stop and notice.

The world IS charged with the grandeur of God. Â And morning comes again.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

Â Â Â It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

Â Â Â It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

Â Â Â And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

Â Â Â And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

Â Â Â There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Â Â Â Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs â€”

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

Â Â Â World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Are you working toward holidays that really reflect your hope for your family? Â What is one thing you would change if you could?

Me? Â I’d hire The Avett Brothers Â to play music on our porch all day.