My favorite Easter memories are set in Citronelle when the kids were young. The front yard was most of the acre of our lot and at Easter was covered with white flowers dancing on slender stems. In my memory the azaleas were also blooming along with dogwoods. Hiding eggs in the dew drenched grass was better in memory than reality, I’m sure. The kids dashing around with Easter baskets was real.
Happy Easter!
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