Easter weekend 2020 version shall lack pretty little girls in Easter finery. Our house (an hour away from Kevin's ) will not host an egg hunt - unless I cajole Ray into one. Somehow, that could be quite pitiful.
Doubt there's a basket full of treats (though I admit I've had jelly beans and chocolates through this whole Covid situation, and I am convinced they are a barrier to the virus).
If Ray finds and buys a small ham on Friday, we shall probably slice it and share with his folks.
A teensy celebration.
An Easter in April just means spring to me. A season of hope, flowers, fresh green grass, some allergy sneezing and coughing, and I'll repeat the word hope.
Easter 2020 - make the best of it, stay healthy, take a deep breath, and let's look to the near future with hope. All the best, my friends.