Not too many years ago, Easter fell early in the month of April. I spent it camping in a blizzard somewhere near Birmingham, packing in as many people as our tent would hold so that we wouldn’t freeze overnight. My choice to spend the daylight hours running around a frozen muddy field in a hakama was also, with hindsight, not the best of all possible choices.
Years have passed, and this time around, Easter falls late. The lilac trees are already in bloom, while cherry blossoms and dandelion seeds tumble in the wind.
Even at eight in the morning, the sun is high in the sky and the mist is boiling away. Blue skies overhead promise a beautiful day, hot and cloudless, just like dozens more to come.
It’s April, then it will be May. The holidays are here, the tourists are here to pack the beaches. Slowly but surely, Spring is becoming Summer once more.
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I remember that weekend. You should come back and run around the fields in odd dress again.
I should. :(
I might have made it this time if Easter was in the middle of the holidays, so he could sensibly visit my in-laws for a few days, but with it at the end, I'd be knackered, bringing Joseph back home late in the evening, then trying to get him up for preschool the next day - recipe for disaster!
Understandable that one.
There's always the next one if you can make it, it's called Liberation and the Freiboden are hosting it. Should be fun.
Can't make that one either I'm afraid -- it's the weekend before our wedding (i.e. Intense Panic O'Clock), plus Eric has a work do on the Saturday that I'm apparently required at! It's a shame, because a Freiboden event sounds like it could be fun. (Not as Le Marchant, but I'd probably roll a new character anyway.)