orange patent leather maryjanes....

ok, so....as the sun shone through the white wooden venetian blinds at the far end of the church balcony this morning....my mind strayed far from the sermon.......to a vision of buying orange patent leather shoes.....at a poll parrot shoe store in parmatown mall.......the day before easter oh so many years ago......i have no recollection of the dress that the shoes were meant to accent......most certainly a dress that my mother made for the occassion......i was not to have a storebought easter dress until many years later, and only then because i was out with my dad and he bought it without first consulting with my mother......but i digress........it has been a long road from those orange shoes.....from a self-conscious stretch where i wouldn't have been caught dead in orange anything....to now, when i could see myself buying some sort of springy flats in orange if the price was right and i had something specific to match.......well...maybe......we are into unfamiliar easter everything these days.......especially today, the first without either of the eldest at home for the occassion........and while we did have a decent lunch of honey ham and scalloped potatoes......there were no eggs to hide, and the easter baskets were literally handed off rather than placed carefully to be discovered by little boys in big-boy jackets and bowties.......the couple who sit in back of us at church now with their 2 young sons smile cautiously when i complement their growing children, and advise them to cherish these sweet days whiel they last.....it is so hard to believe at the onset that one's children will grow up and move away as speedily as it seems in retrospect.......if i should be so lucky, a car may pull up for easter lunch......on some spring day far in the future.....and maybe a grandchild sporting orange patent leather maryjanes will hunt for eggs amongst grandmamma's daffodils and grape hyacinths........