Happy Easter, everbody. We did the usual: church, a meal, a quiet afternoon.
Well look at that! The Easter bunny brought a basket for Samantha!
The altar is all flowers.
Our little girl is getting so big.
Family.
An egg hunt at Sour Cherry Farm:
Found one!
We move to the ranch, where Leigh is mixing bloody marys.
The Easter brunch bar.
Deviled eggs by Peggy! So good.
The plantation desk.
Mom’s Hepplewhite, she scored at a flea market in Texas.
My drink.
Peggy and Sam:
Jim and Irene:
Lexi!
LeighLo and Grammy:
Homemade Easter ham. We brined and smoked it ourselves. Recipe here: Simple Smoked Ham.
Frittata with greens and sweet potatoes, by Irene. Delishy!
Greens from Blooming Hill Farm:
The table is set.
My meal.
I found a few old photos in the albums in the office. Here, an Easter brunch with Dad. There was a music conservatory at this home, all glass. With a harpsichord.
Dad and me one Easter. I think this was Trinity Memorial Church in Warren, Pa.
That time when Dad taught me how to play poker and let me drink a beer.
Grace Rhodes Holt.
