Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. How can one refute the beauty of spending time with my family, especially as this is Easter Sunday? I am having the best of days, a definite #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, 
Painting eggs happened. We only did a dozen but that was enough for us. We glittered and tie-dyed. They keep coming out with new ones!
Last year, I baked Italian Easter bread, but somebody ate some of it before I could get a picture. Whenever something is consumed before its time, they try to compliment their way out of it... But, it was incredibly delicious and the dough is light. I will make the frosting again this year. It is a real keeper. This is pretty close to what it actually looks like. I will make it in a little while so that it is fresh! My Grandma Cundari would be so proud of me for keeping up the family tradition. She is the one that taught me how to do it when I was so very young, I needed a chair to stand on, just so I could stir the dough. It sounds weird, but, some days, I am faintly aware of her scent, whether imagined or not, it is like a warm hug on a cold day. My heart blossoms under those thoughts. Some days, I miss her so much, that it hurts. I loved her heart. It was beautiful. ❤️
Happy Easter to all my friends!
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This is a vintage postcard I bought years ago. I framed it and got a small easel for it, and put it out on a small table near my couch around Easter. Last year, I liked it so much, I just left it - all year round. I have really come to love old postcards, especially when they are written to someone. The messages are so endearing. People really took the time to communicate with each other.❤️
I can still visualize the teenager in me taking rubber bands and twisting, tying, folding, and pleating fabric - getting it ready to take a bath in dye. RIT was a brand that everyone used and it made the most delightful patterns in T-shirts or any other fabric. I think that is why these eggs appeal to me. What kind of eggs did you color this year? Post one in the comment section and the egg I find most appealing, will be sent a prize. Easy! Right?
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Wishing you a Happy Easter that fills your soul with a renewal of life, inspiring new hope, happiness, prosperity and abundance, all received through God’s divine grace. He has Risen! Love to you, Denise.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost