I have spent most Easter Sundays over the last nine years away from my family, often alone, and they never featured eggs. Or decoration. In the lead-up to Christmas I hang one bauble in my house; that's the extent of my festive décor. Easter, nothing. I like to surround myself with beautiful things and good smells, but I have never really changed my house with the seasons, and I will never be the person with boxes and boxes of decorations that come out at different times of the year.
This year, this Easter, I miss my family a lot, even though I only saw them last week. I think it's because I know that they are all together, with cakes in the shape of little lambs and egg cracking contests, whereas my Easter weekend is in danger of being just like any other weekend. Suddenly I feel the need to mark different parts of the year and the seasons and observe family traditions. So this morning I made an Easter cake. And we went away for an overnight island trip on Friday. The cake and the island have reminded me that there are a lot of things that are good right now, in between the fretting and doubts and general anxiety of late.
| Snail mail communication about one of the illustration projects I am working on - since this kind of thing is usually done via e-mail these days, it feels extra special, and handwriting can convey that little bit more (I really want to send more snail mail to friends and family).
| Edible reminders of a friend's visit - a bag of walnuts in their shells from Spain
| Sketching, and carrying a sketchbook in my bag even if I don't end up using it (I have been relying on the camera too much).
| Great flavour combinations - wild cherry tea and Tunisian orange cake in the cutest little café in town
| Roasted buckwheat muesli almost every morning (I go through phases of the same meal for days or weeks in a row)
| An almost effortless-seeming run and feeling strong (swimming, on the other hand, feels like hard work at the moment)