Of Mountains, Rags, Birthdays, and Easter

It's Final's Week here in Buena Vista and to celebrate, I had my students over for their final exam (which, for creative writing classes, means a class party!). My students gave wonderful readings of their essays and we stuffed ourselves silly. Here are the remnants--and what basically became my afternoon tea.

Which turned into an afternoon drive (Final's Week = No class = Mini vacation!) down our favorite stretch of road in these parts, the glorious Blue Ridge Parkway.

We pulled over and read (which Warren studiously did)...

Whereas I opted to nap...

Though I eventually got around to reading (Marguerite Duras' gorgeous The Lover and Virgina Woolf's To the Lighthouse)

This is what we're leaving, folks. Tragic.


In other news, we hopped up to DC this weekend. Trish and I embarked on an epic craft day that would rival any Super Saturday. We call it The Rag Rug OF DOOM. Friends, that braid at Trish's feet goes on FOREVER.

We celebrated the fabulous Chelsea's birthday. Complete with Costco chocolate cake. Does life get better?

And of course, what Easter weekend would be complete without some good ol' fashioned egg dying. Here's Warren coaching our nephew, Isaac, on the fine art of ombre.



How about you, friends? How are you celebrating spring and all its wonderfulness?