Easter Sunday

Come in!
Doug made brunch. This is his appetizer.
I picked flowers from the yard.

Doug brought this Lilly home

when he went grocery shopping last night.

The big beautiful tree in the front yard.

Daffodils border the drive.

Forsythia, side & back yard

Out back by the little barn

Doug's sons came over for brunch this morning. My son had to work. Then Doug went to work for a couple of hours and I started working on the kitchen again. I primed all of the wall surface and then primed the other side of all of the cabinet doors. I painted all in all for seven to eight hours. I am sore and am certain I will feel it tomorrow. I used white gas to get the oil based primer off of me and at one point had so much gas on me that I was afraid I might self-combust. Then I showered and used skin-so-soft.

I kept thinking of all of the old hymns that Easter brings to mind. Here is a song that my Great-Great Grandma sang, then her son, my Grandpa, then my mother, then me. It is called "The Holy City" and I used to sing it for sunrise service.

The Holy City Hymn
Last night I lay a-sleeping

There came a dream so fair,

I stood in old Jerusalem

Beside the temple there.

I heard the children singing,

And ever as they sang,

Me thought the voice of angels

From Heaven in answer rang.

Me thought the voice of angels

From Heaven in answer rang

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Lift up your gates and sing,

Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna to your King!

And then me thought my dream was changed,

The streets no longer rang,

Hushed were the glad Hosannas

The little children sang.

The sun grew dark with mystery,

The morn was cold and chill,

As the shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill.

As the shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Hark! How the angels sing,

Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna to your King!

And once again the scene was changed;

New earth there seemed to be;

I saw the Holy City

Beside the tideless sea;

The light of God was on its streets,

The gates were open wide,

And all who would might enter,

And no one was denied.

No need of moon or stars by night,

Or sun to shine by day;

It was the new Jerusalem

That would not pass away.

It was the new Jerusalem

That would not pass away.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Sing for the night is o'er!

Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna for evermore!