Weather reports have called for RAIN here in Austin on this Easter Sunday. We’ve kept our fingers crossed the weather lady/man is 100% right on this one…here in central Texas we desperately need the rain, even if it soaks a few bonnets or two.
Yesterday, in anticipation of the soaking (as much as rain can soak Austin soil which is just a thin layer on top of caliche) we spread compost over weak spots in the lawn–the struggling sod that we placed under our huge magnolia last fall, and the few blades of grass the dogs haven’t rolled over in the back yard.
Sitting here reading some blogs on this promising Easter morning, I finally could hear a downpour. Yowser! My dog Dooley made a shaky beeline under my desk (all 95 pounds of him), and I grinned ear to ear at the sound of the bubbling rain. Wait a minute–bubbling rain?
Oh for Peter Cottontail’s sake. I must have cotton in my ears–the bubbling is coming from the stove. Seriously. Twelve eggs bouncing in the pot that I left on a little too long as I surfed.
But the day is young. The eggs are cooling–yep, we procrastinated coloring last night but as empty-nesters with no children in sight (son is out of the country) we can twist traditions.
So there’s still time for the downpour that is predicted for early morning. We’ll color our eggs after coffee and hope the ground is too soggy for an afternoon hunt.
Happy Easter. Happy Spring. Hope for showers.
Patti P.
