Easter was quiet this year. Seth and Ross had to work (they work for a company that hosts events with those big, outdoor inflatables, and all that goes with it), and Eli was invited to join a friend for a day trip to HersheyPark. So, it was just Steve and me, plus his son Richard, on Easter. And it turned out, that was lovely.
We attended church in DC, had burgers at a restaurant nearby, then saw Richard off for his drive back to Tennessee. Later in the afternoon, Steve and I hopped in the Jeep and found our way to some unpaved roads in northern Montgomery / southern Frederick County. We are both especially grateful this Spring for the greening of the landscape and all the beautiful flowering trees. We stopped at this old schoolhouse (it’s next to a church and a family burial plot):
Then we stopped to photograph this old 1968 Gulfstream II jet (and the old Model T), which is, inexplicably, parked along Park Mills Road in Frederick County:
As we neared home, the sky was threatening rain. We saw this rainbow in Darnestown:
We prepared a dinner of smoked chicken, oven-roasted zucchini and roasted fingerling potatoes. It was delicious, but I kind of missed The Ham Meal. Or more precisely, I missed the idea of it. “The Ham Meal” means baked ham, cheese-potato casserole and green beans almondine, and it was my family’s traditional Easter meal for years. But traditions change, and as it turns out, Easter happens regardless of what you eat. Related: I’ve recently discovered that my luck is pretty much independent of whether or not I eat pork and sauerkraut on New Year’s Day.
No fancy table, no kids, just Steve and me, plates on the coffee table, the TV on.
Which was perfect.
As far as defunct traditions go, it turns out the kids outgrow the whole Easter basket thing. When they’re little, you don’t think about how they will one day, but they do. We used to leave a trail of jellybeans from their bedrooms, down the hallway and through the kitchen to their baskets in the living room. This was something my parents did for my sister and me, claiming the Easter Bunny must have had a hole in his bag of candy. Nevertheless, I did prepare a basket of goodies for Eli, who got home around 8pm and said, like I didn’t just eat candy all day in Hershey. If I wasn’t watching my diet, I’d have taken back those Peeps and that chocolate bunny and eaten them myself.
But I am, so I didn’t. And he’ll eat the candy eventually. Because what 14 year old boy doesn’t like candy?