Goat and Lamb Cakes

This morning's rain is nourishing the spring flowers and washing away more of winter's detritus. Leaf and flower buds are bursting open. The frogs are active again after the cold snap. Polliwogs are over an inch long now at the pond.

Other creatures are busy, too. On a morning walk around the property perimeter that Wendy has been taking with the dogs, Fancy, who can usually be trusted to follow without her leash, suddenly dove into the bamboo patch along the neighbor's roadway. Wendy had to insist in order to get her back out and she came out dragging a deer leg. The family thought is that a fox dragged it there after finding a road kill. Yes, the poor deer are frequent casualties on these roads.  Their tracks are everywhere in the spring mud around the property.

John and Aidan stepped up and helped the assembly of Eggs Benedict that Wendy was preparing yesterday.

Later in the day, we all indulged in her wonderful, from scratch Angel Food cake with its topping of fresh strawberries and real cream whipped into a delicious froth. The result was just something that won't come out of a box or a squirt can.

We all missed Keoni even though we'd done an early Easter with him before he went back to Mercer.

One of the communications of the day was a walk down memory lane via email from Cousin Jackie. Her mom, who was also my Aunt and my Godmother, made Easter lamb cakes. After reading this lovely tribute, I went along to church and there on one of the kitchen's counters someone had brought a lamb cake for the dinner to follow services and the kids' Easter egg hunt.

In somewhat the same vein, Wendy gave me an Easter remembrance...

Two cakes of Wendy's lemongrass goat soap that she and her lady goats provided. The ceramic eggs and basket are a family Easter decoration that started from Aunt Irene's gift decades ago.

One morning this week was warm enough for a back porch beginning to my day. Bird sounds, dogs and Toby made a welcome return of the season. Toby climbed up on my shoulder again. All eighteen pounds of him. Wendy has seen him far along the farm's perimeter coming out of the woods. He is hunting far afield again.. He makes a sweep around Neighbor Joe's barn, too. It's too cold again this morning so the dining room is providing my look at daylight increasing.

The flowers are such a part of the season's awakening and were beautifully present yesterday in the church as I'd image many places elsewhere.

Beautiful flowers, beautiful music and beautiful message.

The Hyacinths smell wonderful and so do the goat cakes...