A Kindness and Bite The Ears Off

Several weeks ago a dear blog friend Karen

sent me the sweetest gift;

this adorable elephant mirror.

I had admired it on her blog last year

 and she decided 

it needed to live here with me. 

It arrived at a pretty low point for me,

(continuing health drama)

making it even more special. 

If you don't know Karen, hop on over via the link

 in her name and browse for awhile. 

This is a special woman

 of many talents and goodness aplenty.

Karen, your gift sits across from the couch.

I see it constantly and I smile.

Thank you again.

Speaking of hopping, I had a memory fragment

the other day while at the market. 

 I flashed back upon what are now "vintage" Easter baskets,

 stored in my garage, and the Easter mornings

 I spent with my brother comparing our baskets

before dressing for church. 

Back then it was white straw hats and gloves,

 a matching dress and coat and patent leather shoes.

(I wasn't Catholic so I could wear them)

The other option was white sandals

 with white curly top anklets.

But what really got to me the other day

 was the distinct memory of "the rules" to eating 

a chocolate bunny. 

For some reason I believed then,

 and maybe even now that the first thing you did 

was to 

Bite The Ears Off

SO I DID