Easter Break — First Grade Ann Howells All day the festive hum builds; Annie waits till Sister wipes the chalkboard, turns off banks of cubed light then, hands crayon-scented from coloring paper lambs, proffers a package wrapped in pinks and yellows. Annie doesn’t want eight days’ vacation. On Easter, church blooms lily white, and Annie’s gardenia smells sweet as hot-cross-buns. The six-year-old shimmers, downy duckling in yellow dress, anklets, Mary Janes. Ladies, even little ones, dress brightly, contrast gentlemen’s dark […] Continue Reading
