April 16, 2017 – Easter
This day began so promisingly. It was a glorious Easter morning. Since Easter hops around the calendar it usually isn’t this late into April. Today we were blessed with it being warm and the flowering trees in bloom.
I prefer not to post a ton of pics of my kids in order to give them some privacy, so I’ll crop down this family Easter picture until it shows only the offender. (He okayed me sharing this with the world. He feels that fame would best serve his superhero aspirations.)
This! This is what having five sons is all about! They never just smile for the camera. Do you know who was being so kind as to take this photo? Our priest! My six year old made this face to our priest on Easter Sunday while standing at the altar.
But the real trouble began later… when I went for a run. This post is supposed to be about finding joy while running, but what happened next was horrifying.
It has happened before. I spied road kill up ahead.
I couldn’t quite tell what it was but I could tell that it was in pieces. Once I got closer, I knew. It was a bunny. The ear-less head of a bunny!
What carnage! Tossed on the side of the road for vultures or hungry housewives to scavenge. Like all roadkill, I gave it a wide berth and continued on with my run. When I went back later to collect the remains for a proper burial, it was gone.
You just never know what you’re going to see when out for a run.