It's Easter!

Easter Sunday is tomorrow and I will once again be making a grand entrance into the church, beribboned, bejeweled and--yes, besmirched in the eyes of all dignified felines. (No, I won't allow a picture of such travesty on this blog!) But, I do it. Mary Lou, our housekeeper, is good to me, so I deal. Besides, it makes everybody happy; so I give in, tail up and smiling.

The flower ladies and Emmanuel, a floral designer, come up with a color scheme to make your heart sing and flowers that look like they should be in a Martha Stewart photo shoot. The vestments are really exquisite, too. A lot of choices in deep pastels and whatnot, but Father Jack likes the one you see above which was completely made by hand. In the old days, nuns would make vestments and, like Betsy Rosses in black habits, they worked on them in all colors, centered with crosses instead of stripes. Jack doesn't like the pastel ones. He thinks this one makes him look slimmer (I shouldn't be telling you this) and besides, it was made by a very old friend of his. Sweet man that he is, Jack has been paying tribute to her bewitching stitchery with every wearing.

Mary Lou puts colored eggs into my water bowls. I have them scattered all around the rectory. The best, though, is the Easter basket Fathers Will and Jack think they're hiding. I have cat treats coming from those dear ones, chicken egg munchies and little fish bunnies with the most delectable heads!

Happy Easter, everybody!

             --Tom

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