Walking our neighborhood

We didn't roast a leg of lamb for Easter, but we did have delicious French toast with Nutella and strawberries. Bacon from Pastures A Plenty. Fresh grapefruit juice for la chica, coffee for me.
Then we set off to have our first real walk of Spring. No snow, no ice, no rain, no gusty winds: blue skies, fluffy clouds, and mild sun.
We spotted a rabbit down the block, the second time I've seen one in that spot. Bird-watching was great: grackles, crows, robins galore, a yellow-rumped warbler, Canadian goose in the Walker Sculpture Garden, red-winged blackbirds and a mallard in Loring Park, assorted sparrows. We heard cardinals and finches but didn't see any. Blooming were forsythia, crocuses, blue and white squill, daffodils, lots of tulips, and our first dandelions of spring. The peonies are sprouting, still tender reddish shoots. In the sculpture garden, there were many well-dressed toddlers in their Easter outfits.

At Joe's Garage we had lemonade, fruit, potatoes, and desserts. By the time we walked home again, both of us were tired, but in that good way that comes from walking with a smile.
Today, I can't help but sing all the great Easter Parade songs by Irving Berlin:

Easter poem for non-believers

Masa

César Vallejo

Al fin de la batalla,
y muerto el combatiente, vino hacia él un hombre
y le dijo: “No mueras, te amo tánto!”
Pero el cadáver ¡ay! siguió muriendo.

Se le acercaron dos y repitiéronle:
“No nos dejes! ¡Valor! ¡Vuelve a la vida!”
Pero el cadáver ¡ay! siguió muriendo.

Acudieron a él veinte, cien, mil, quinientos mil,
clamando: “Tánto amor, y no poder nada contra la muerte!”
Pero el cadáver ¡ay! siguió muriendo.

Le rodearon millones de individuos,
con un ruego común: “¡Quédate hermano!”
Pero el cadáver ¡ay! siguió muriendo.

Entonces, todos los hombres de la tierra
le rodearon; les vio el cadáver triste, emocionado;
incorporóse lentamente,
abrazó al primer hombre; echóse a andar . .

from España, aparta de mi este cáliz (1937)