A soggy Easter morning….

Wet and cold this Sunday morning, not good weather for Easter services and especially the Easter egg hunt for the kids.
Way back when, we had our Easter egg hunt out in the pasture. One did not have to worry about fire ants back then, thankfully so too. The prize to the finder would be a colored boiled egg or a hard candy egg; long way from the plastic egg with money and other goodies inside for kids this day and time.
While using an instant messenger service, my cousin in Montana asked if I remembered the mean rooster that our grandparents had back then. She said it chased her across the back yard.
Got flogged by a rooster one time, so I learned enough sense to stay away from those things and also learned to stay away from a hen when she had biddies.
Walking home from the Saturday picture show, one would stop by the feed store at the bottom of the hill by the railroad tracks. That place had its own smell and had some nice saddles at times. Come Easter time they would have bright colored baby chicks for sale and that custom is still found today at some feed stores.

Bought a baby chick for several years back then. Kept it in the bathroom in a box with feed and water. After the chick learned to jump on top of the box and get out, it was time for it to go and out to the grand folks farm it went.
Never could tell my chick from the rest after it grew out of the colored plumage; Rhode Island Red if you savvy. Had a hen once that would jump and get a pinch of bread out of my hand.
Was concerned the weather would bring a frost bite to the garden of weedin as it would
mean the fourth planting for the year. The potato tops are full and pretty if you admire such beauty in life as peppers, cukes, tomatoes and honeysuckle in the growth of spring time.
A single Poke Salad stalk is tucked back on the south side of the house by the fence. That stuff comes back each year on its own and has since I planted some berries about 8 -10 years ago.
Behave!