
What we get a lot of here is hail, but that you can hear. Could it be snow... in the Spring? With no snowfall all winter, I had my doubts. But there was no mistaking it. It was snowing! Apparently, this was the coldest Easter Zeeland had seen in 45 years!

It was Lukas' 1st real snow, and he was tickled. I was hopeful that, when we woke

6:30 AM. My eyes open, and I spring out of bed, towards the window. All I can see is white. My disbelieving eyes follow the icing-caked orchards up to the town's roof tops, continuing on to the white-tipped steeple. I get dressed just as fast as I can, gulp down a bowl of musli, and pull on my galoshes.

After inhaling some Martha-licious maple french toast, we all run out, eager to build snowmen and dance through the white powder. Lukas reacts more like a scientist than his giddy Mama... touching the snow and taking slow steps - then moving in to secure his role in the big snowman-making competition. Then Opa pulls a sled in the barn. Both Lukas and Mama get to ride - but imagine - I'm 30 years old, and today was my first time on a sled!

Meanwhile, the geese began to protest loudly, because a new Canadian neighbor (a Canadian goose, that is), quite smitten with the farm, persistently followed them (once again) on their bug-finding rounds. Nearby, Mama hen remained in her little house with baby chick, gratefully pecking away at our daily meal delivery of baby cereal.

As you can see, it was an unexpected, magical, white Easter, full of many surprises. The kind you'd never dream of, but are forever thankful for. Friends, family, food, farm animals, and lots of much-longed for snow.
A very happy ending, indeed.
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