Took the hounds to Mt. Doug park this morning, and _it_ was very lovely, too. The erythroniums are nearly over; in a week or so the cammas will be blooming up on the heights, but I'm not sure I can climb that far this year. Next year, with my new hip, I'll be leaping about like a mountain goat!
I have to confess that I felt a little sad today, too. Easter was always one of my mum's favourite holidays; we always went out for a drive, and had roast lamb, and I usually bought her flowers or more likely a plant in a pot. So I miss her today, even though I enjoyed my Italian Bakery hot cross bun (the best in the world!!) and my garden and my walk in the woods. There's a gap, an absence, and I know it'll take more than a few months for me to stop feeling it, if I ever do.