Easter Parade 2020

Back in the before, our Easter celebration included a simple breakfast, church service, and gathering with family for brunch or lunch before a short afternoon hike. But that was then. The now is controlled by forces beyond our understanding. And so . . . today’s celebration was much simpler, yet possibly more eloquent in nature. The morning’s highlight included decadent treats from Craft Patissiere scored yesterday at Lovell’s improvised farmers’ market. After that, time spent together listening to Bishop Thomas Brown’s remote homily brought tears to our eyes as we recognized the significance of the good works my guy, his employees, and so many others have been doing this past month, many quietly performed behind the scenes.

And then it was time to pack a picnic lunch of ham and cheese sandwiches, the ham cut from last night’s dinner, and created upon sourdough bread from Fly Away Farm, also scored yesterday thanks to Justin and Jenn Ward of Stow, Maine. The sandwiches I placed first in bees wax wrap created by Sierra Sunshine, The Barefoot Gardner, and then in sandwich wraps that came from groundcover, a former shop in town that we already miss. Water bottles filled and lunch packed, including a couple of dark chocolate treats, and we were on our way.

Our destination was the seven mile parade route where babbling brooks struck up the marching band, joined at various points by song birds, beaver slaps, and drumming grouse.

Spring’s cheerleaders performed their routines with pompoms created by flowering red maples.

Teeny, tiny beaked hazelnut flowers topped their catkins like minute magenta threads were used to sew costumes for the performers along the route.

Floats were varied and included boulders with attempted splits,

springs long ago sprung,

and yields 24/7.

Decorations were varied with scales being a major part, including those that resembled rattlesnakes in appearance.

Some, such as leatherleaf, showed off shiny silvery scales above and rusty below–gems sparkling in the day’s light.

Others included scurfy witherod buds, exposed as they were between yellowish-brown scales.

In their presentation, the witherod proudly showered drupes of old fruits, raisin-like in appearance to the gathered crowd.

Providing more good cheer to the day were the marsh rose hips–offering a hint of yesterday with the bright hope of tomorrow encased within.

Giving a springy green appearance to the parade was the sight of false hellebore, its pleated leaves ready to add texture to the mix.

On this Easter Day when we all have found ourselves experiencing social and physical distancing, Trailing Arbutus, aka mayflower, offered one more sign of hope as its buds expanded.

We found lunch log overlooking the route,

somehow avoided the crowds as we traveled between stone walls,

viewed rocky floats from the parade stand,

and ended the day beside a brook where the beavers are quite active.

Every Easter celebration is different, but this one of 2020 will stand out among the best as we gave thanks along the parade route–thanks for being able to appreciate the offerings made more meaningful in the moment. We can only hope that “the after” is influenced by our decisions made in “the now” rather than a return to “the before.”

5 thoughts on “Easter Parade 2020

  1. Lovely to see the signs of spring you spotted Leigh. I love seeing tiny pink hazelnut flowers, I first spotted them a couple of years ago so, having missed them for so many years, I will now treasure each year I get to see them. Nature is our tonic in these strange times. Hope you and yours are well x


    1. I was the same with the hazelnut flowers, Jo. So easy to overlook, but so worth looking for–part of my annual rite of spring now. I hope you are able to get out to wander and wonder. We’re either doing so in our own backyard or trying to find places no one else will consider. Yesterday we had seven plus miles of trail to ourselves. The perfect tonic indeed. Stay well across the pond.

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      1. Thank you Leigh, you too. Like you we are managing to find places others don’t tend to go, discovering wildlife on our local patch and in our little garden for which we are so grateful.

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  2. Leigh
    Your posts are brilliant and continue to inspire me.
    This particular one helped to confirm for me that the new normal when this is all over has to be a change in our pace of life.
    I think I say this, not because I am currently older and slower, but pacing ourselves with the natural rhythms of biomes will assure a brighter future.


    1. Yes, Susan. I totally agree. I think we are already seeing how the natural world is benefitting from our current slowdown. The vernal pool behind our house is teeming with frogs and frog and sallie egg masses. Big Night occurred early this year, but it was highly successful because we aren’t out there driving hither and yon. Hugs to you and yours–at a distance, of course.


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