In Montana it's the rule that you must have snow on Easter. It doesn't matter if Easter is early or late, there will be snow and bone-chilling temperatures.
Everybody is getting a little crabby around here. Thursday night we were hit with ANOTHER blizzard. People are talking about moving somewhere warmer. Our racks of summer clothes at the store are still full and look mighty lonely. They even moved them closer to the restrooms so people could see them as they pass by, but when you have to slog through six inches of freezing slush, shorts and cute little tops are the last thing on your mind. I am totally convinced that if Easter were in July, it would still snow!
It does make for a pretty sunrise picture, but I could do with a summer type of sunrise.
We've had a bunch of stressful things hit our family lately-some I can talk about, some I can't. But all the stressors make me want to fly away to Mazatlan and forget about everything!
Anyway, have a blessed Easter, and remember that He loved us enough to die for us.