Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm waiting for my daughter to come over so we can decorate Easter eggs. I do love that tradition as well as finding eggs the next morning. Eggs, babies, bunnies, chicks and ducks - what's not to like? Our weather has turned dreary but as we're in a drought it's maybe for the best. Our daughter got us a birdfeeder, and I'm looking forward to it being in a window. I hope we have some visitors. My brother's birthday was always on or near Easter, and my mother's a couple of weeks after. My brother and mother were bright as Easter eggs: my mother blond and chocolate eyed with golden skin and my brother a redhead with green eyes. They were technicolor to my and my dad's black and pale theme. I miss them, and my mother's Easter feast: ham and turkey, scalloped potatoes, peas, dinner rolls and a coconut cake with a nest dyed green and jelly bean eggs. She had little chicks stuck in the frosting as well. We'd go to the sunrise service, then church, and then a midday repast that had us lethargic the rest of the afternoon (that and whatever parts of the chocolate bunny we'd eaten.) Gluttony has it's moments1