First Easter in the Netherlands, an act in Three Parts

Alex is fevered for the second day today, and has added barfing to his repertoire. I know he'll be better soon, but it's hard watching him suffer.
My first thoughts on waking this morning and looking out at the snow:

I'm waking to a white Easter
Staring out at falling snow
The church bell's ringing
Under thick clouds bringing
More flakes to fall on us below.

I'm waking to a white Easter
Where every egg we dyed so bright
Will not stay hidden
But will show, unbidden
We should just have left them white.

I'm waking to a white Easter
And feel that something isn't right
The leaves that shrivel with blight
Put all my dreams of sun to flight.
A dialogue between Martin and me:

A: So what are we going to do with that bacon in the fridge?
M: Ummmm...eat it?
A: That sounds like a good idea.
M: So should go downstairs and put the bacon on?
A: (looks him up and down) Do you think it'll cover enough? I don't want you to be cold.

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Mark | March 23, 2008 7:07 PM

Sorry to hear the 'Wulf is unwell. :(

Hope spring comes quick. Happy Easter!

Much love,
M.

Serge | March 24, 2008 10:31 PM

My best wishes to the little guy.

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