I could be wrong, but I'm fairly sure I saw the Easter Bunny zipping through my yard the other day. But that can't be - it's still March! Here I am, minding my own business, waiting anxiously for Spring, and I'm told that Easter has come and gone! What's up with that? I mean seriously, the hard-boiled eggs were frozen!
Now I understand the timing of Easter has something to do with the moon, or the stars, or the rotation of the sun, or something. Okay, obviously I don't understand it all that well...but I'd sure like to have a chat with whoever decided the system. I mean, everyone knows Christ wasn't actually born on December 25th, or even in the winter, yet we don't seem to have any trouble celebrating on that day every single year. So why can't we pick a day for his resurrection and stick with that? I mean, seriously, there's still snow on the ground.
I have this nagging fear that the seasons are as confused as the holidays this year. I realize this sounds crazy, but maybe Old Man Winter was taking a nap when the Easter Bunny came unexpectedly, and he doesn't realize it's time to leave? Maybe he'll never go!
Which reminds me of a sign I saw yesterday that I've decided I need to add as a tag to my signature: I'm not suffering from insanity, I'm enjoying every minute of it!
Truer words were never spoken. Happy Spring everyone!