Easter was in the air! From my window I watched and listened to the women’s choir practicing in the Father’s garden.
Women and children were weaving tiny green baskets from palm leaves and filling them with chickens and bunnies made of cotton and yarn.
In the first-floor corridor of the Big House, several men dipped popcorn balls in sugar and chocolate, and the finished product looked like a large Easter egg from Schraft’s, but it was more expensive. At the other end of the corridor a Polish woman ironed dresses with a large and clumsy-looking charcoal iron. It looked as though many of the women planned to wear their fineries tomorrow.
Another floor show in the west patio tonight gave me a whole hour of solitude in the room. It was heavenly!