In need of a "haircut"


 

Before

On Good Friday,


C. woke up and was looking at our living Easter basket, the grass had soaked up the week's unseasonable sunshine and the blades

threathened to swaddle up

Sunday's colored eggs entirely...


while C. ate his breakfast,

he examined it,

with a furrowed brow he stated,

"Auntie, this basket needs a haircut."



I concurred.





After