For breakfast we ate the hot cross buns I baked last night, then had a little Easter egg hunt on the terrace with the cat, who was more interested in his sprouting catnip than in chocolate and marzipan bunnies. Yesterday I planted my instant spring primroses and mossy rockfoil (below), and some pansies, too. For supper we'll have a roast lamb leg - and that will be our Easter celebration. Now, it's about flowers and food, and not about religious dogma. Although, with my Christian background, I always think of Jesus as the original terrorist. Of ideas. A freedom fighter. He would be so very unimpressed by us: our immature insistence on owning handguns and automatic rifles, our wars for profit, and our denial of equal rights to all human beings.
There endeth the lesson.