Easter cross

This is going to be brief as the site went down with my first attempt and I need to get to bed!

A lovely daffodil cross reminded me that Easter really isn't about chocolate in many and various forms. Let's remember the stone rolling away and revealing ... whatever hope and love and wonder and joy mean to you in your own life, whatever your creed or persuasion. 

A pilates and yoga retreat this afternoon put my grumpy knee back to its happy place, and the sunshine and more blue skies gave a welcome promise of longer days and a little more brightness in various shapes and forms. 

And yes, I have demolished chocolate in an unseemly fashion but thankfully, that's it.  No more!