So here we are, on Un-named Saturday (the one between Good Friday and Easter Sunday).
I suppose, given my Christian bent, I ought to set forth on the Deep Meaning of Easter, You Godless Heathen You. But I shan’t.
Instead, I’ll just talk about renewal.
Actually, there’s not a lot to say about it. It’s Spring. Renewal is in the air. Bulbs are bulbing. Trees are budding. Plants are leafing out after the cold, barren winter. (Except in California, where there are two seasons, Green and Brown, and Winter is usually as green as Spring. But bear with me here.) Most faiths have some sort of “Spring is Here!” ceremony, or holiday, or Occasion To Wear Funny Hats. And event those not of that persuasion generally welcome Spring as a neat, refreshing, exciting time.
So Happy Spring. Happy Easter, too. Happy Passover. Happy Whatever. Get out and enjoy the mild temps, the flowers and leaves and birds and good stuff like that. Eat some chocolate. Take a walk. Sit in the park. Go to church, if you’re of a mind. Plant some flowers, regardless. Everything is bright and fresh and new and promising.
Enjoy.