My daughter made a flying visit home in between seeing friends and returning to school. We took advantage to have an Easter ‘Grampa Special Breakfast’ with her (so named because my dad used to make a big brunchy breakfast at least once when we were in town. Mom, of course, did all the other meals. She is known for making the Best Spaghetti Ever.).
It had rained all morning but by the time breakfast was over and dishes were washed, the skies had cleared. Daughter and I put on coats (and scarves) and went on an expedition to search for signs of bluebells. Continue reading