Easter means less to me now than what it once did . . . the company I currently work for does not give any days off for it, so for us Easter weekend is like any other weekend; too short.
But, for a lot of people this weekend has significant meaning, so here’s our wish to all who celebrate it . . . have yourselves a Happy Easter.
As for the picture . . . that was our Easter Breakfast. French toast, freshly squeezed orange juice, Red Rose tea, a cup of sliced strawberries with whipped cream, and maple syrup.
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