The unseasonably cold weather reminds me of the beautiful frilly Easter dresses my Grandma Willine used to buy for me when I was a very little girl. Since Easter marks the return of spring in Ventura and most of the rest of the Christian world, these dresses were spring- or summertime confections, lovely and lightweight. Since we like as not still had snow at Easter in Klamath Falls, I always had to cover up my Easter finery with a heavy winter coat, which always seemed grossly inappropriate.
This Easter, it will apparently be about 10 degrees warmer in Klamath Falls than it will be in Chapel Hill, so one could comfortably wear springtime clothing there, although it would be a good idea to bundle up if you're going to a sunrise service in either town.
In honor of the chilliness of Easters past and present, here's one of my favorite pictures of Grandpa Jim (admittedly taken closer to Christmas than Easter). He's acting the renegade some 25-30 years ago in Klamath Falls, a couple of blocks from my parents' house. I have never seen a horse on the sidewalk other than the one in this picture, but the signs are still there.
Blessed Easter, everyone!
