I woke up this morning and snow covered our entire lawn. You never know when it will snow in Minnesota, but I don’t remember snow on Easter morning. That includes Easter Sundays in Warroad, my dad’s hometown.
Easter connotes new beginnings. I’m having an Easter dusted with snow as I watch my kids this morning. I remember them hunting Easter eggs (which they still do) but think about the fact that next year they’ll both be visitors, coming home from college.
Such is the cycle of life. It’s bright and sunny but snow can fall at the same time.