(photos by yours truly)

It’s Holy Week. It’s also – in our house – Spring Break.
Which means there are fewer quiet prayers and meditations, more picnics at the park and kids screaming in the car. In other words, the holy is not hard to find. It’s in my face, and it’s ringing in my ears (quite literally).
My Bible has stayed mostly closed, and I’m not sure if Friday’s Tenebrae service is appropriate for my eight-year-old, but this may all be for the best. 
There has been time, after all, to cross one item off of my most important to-do list.
Flowers for the Doll Family. 

(the dollhouse dining room prepared for Easter brunch)


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