Little Bo...

We've been talking at our house about how Easter is a season, not a day. Fifty days to revel in fresh hope, fresh life, new beginnings.

Yesterday, at the Cville Market, we happened upon a large bin of 1/2 price Easter candy, the crate overflowing with boxes of pink and yellow Peeps (one of Miska's and the boy's favorites).

Overcome by the joy and the possibility, Wyatt exclaimed: "Look! Peeps for 50 days!" That's the spirit.