I hope all your eggs are dyed, the baskets laid out… we’re about to hide candy-filled eggs for the kids to find in the morning. A French toast breakfast and a lamb supper, with friends who are family. For those of you who have celebrated Passover, or are busy skipping through the daffodils in your own rite of spring, we salute you.
Love. Forgive, Laugh. Frolic. Tis the season.
xxoo
the solomother