Its nearly Easter

This is the first year since I can remember that I have not had an Easter Egg! Mike returned with a bar of cadburys fruit and nut in the vain hope it would suffice, I have a small row of "peeps" chickens in my cupboard, but with all the madness and routine of work at SCAD , I have felt strangely isolated from the usual excitement of something that features heavily at St Ursula Grove Southsea, Easter ! Please bite those eggs for me ! It is heightened by the fact that all my nearest and dearest are in Joigny, France, celebrating my youngest sister's birthday, she shares St George's Day and Shakespeare's birthday all rolled in to one . My twin is a past master at welcoming parties, she has made and hung paper bunting from the rooftops, easter eggs drip in the trees and I know I will be missing the egg hunt round the garden on Sunday morning. I cannot believe its a year ago we spoke with Savannah students in Paris and here we actually are!
I did manage to see real chickens this morning, it is Earth day in the United States and the whole of Savannah and their dogs descended on Forsyth Park to deposit old tins of paint and anything difficult to dispose of. The day slowly heated up and we were forced to the beach once again, beautifully sunny a cool breeze and I sketched the southern blackbird , with its peep peep peep,peep, peeep.......... I realised I needed to do so much more. An ant crawled into my ear for three minutes it felt like a roaring white noise rampaging around my head, thankfully it came out, squashed by my manic digging,sadly it had reached its demise.

We have had our lovely friend Lynn Cannici from Boston stay with us for a few days, Lynn is a fabulous ceramicist and gave us a great selection of bowls to increase our crockery collection, we at last have something to serve the salad from. Evenings have been jazzed up with dancing in the kitchen drinking pomegranate martinis whilst stirring the sauces, the recipe is a magical secret and makes the sunset go down as delightfully as the cocktail! We have regaled in yard sales and added to the silver collection which Mike seems to be hooked on ! He is now the proud owner of the most ornate champagne bucket in the world with a liner ! He has spent all weekend polishing and cleaning it up to its original beautiful state and we have christened it with a bottle. Mike has been using all his guiding skills and we have found the best way to see Savannah is by night in a hearse with the lovely Louis on a haunted ghost tour. Being up high and with the running commentary of which ghost is where the houses with their gas lamps and lit windows take on another dramatic dimension. I got my foot stuck in the hearse and thought I was being well and truly held on to by the other side.