{"id":2088,"date":"2011-04-25T04:22:24","date_gmt":"2011-04-25T11:22:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/?p=2088"},"modified":"2011-12-12T05:57:54","modified_gmt":"2011-12-12T12:57:54","slug":"what-do-the-city-folk-do-on-easter-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/?p=2088","title":{"rendered":"What do the City Folk do on Easter Sunday?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Church, perhaps?\u00a0 Maybe brunch?\u00a0 Enjoying that special Peeps cake I made for dessert after stuffing ourselves full of ham?\u00a0 I’m just assuming that’s what they do since that’s what we had planned, too.\u00a0 Until I went to the barn to milk and found a dirty pony rolling on the ground and refusing to eat her breakfast.\u00a0 Someone sound the colic siren, please.<\/p>\n

It’s a loud siren.\u00a0 Loud enough to wake my friend on her farm miles away.\u00a0 OK, maybe that wasn’t a siren.\u00a0 Maybe that was a phone call where I started babbling into her answering machine, “Pony down!\u00a0 Pony down!” while I wondered why her kids hadn’t already dragged her out of bed at 6am to check the yard for overflowing baskets and candy-filled eggs.\u00a0 She was probably wondering why she ever suggested I adopt this pony in the first place since it means routine calls to her farm for help.\u00a0 It’s true what they say:\u00a0 No good deed ever goes without a million follow up phone calls.\u00a0 Or something like that.<\/p>\n

We settled on walking poor Candy Corn up and down the driveway to keep her intestines moving and prevent her from twisting anything.\u00a0 Which meant the plan for a blueberry French toast breakfast was exchanged for the kids eating Easter candy and me sipping coffee while strolling up and down the driveway in shorts, barn boots, and the T-shirt I slept in.\u00a0 The neighbors honked and waved as they drove by in cars filled with pretty dresses and children in button down shirts on their way to Sunday school.\u00a0 Maybe they waved.\u00a0 Or maybe they were just covering their laughter with their hands.\u00a0 It’s hard to tell sometimes.<\/p>\n

Pretty joined me after a while and we walked up and down the driveway together.\u00a0 Up and down.\u00a0 Watching the dew dry on the grass.\u00a0 Feeling the sun begin to warm our faces.\u00a0 Up.\u00a0 And down.\u00a0 The chickens began to scratch under the Leland Cypress trees.\u00a0 The goats checked the backside of the pond for blackberry brambles.<\/p>\n

Up.\u00a0 We checked out the expanding sage and peppermint patches.\u00a0 And down.\u00a0 We noticed the wild roses were beginning to blossom along the fence line, drawing the season’s first bees to the garden.\u00a0 Up.\u00a0 The mourning dove’s call from the powerline became lost in the increasing birdsong.\u00a0 And down.\u00a0 A breeze began stirring the new leaves and lifting our hair off our necks.<\/p>\n

Up.\u00a0 Candy Corn began to show interest in the passing cars.\u00a0 And down.\u00a0 She nibbled at the spring grass.\u00a0 Up and down.\u00a0 For an hour and a half.\u00a0 And the entire time we walked, Bruno strolled inside the fence, up and down with us, smiling his loyal smile, and wagging his happy tail.\u00a0 As if Easter morning was the perfect time to walk a colicky pony.\u00a0 To believe that everything will be OK.\u00a0 He was right, of course.\u00a0 What better day is there for hope than Easter morning?<\/p>\n

By the time we brushed Candy Corn, picked her hooves, and put her back in the barn yard, we had just enough time to get ready for church service.\u00a0 If “getting ready” means grabbing an old dress instead of the one I had planned (that one required panty hose), and checking my sandals sitting by the front door for mud real quick before sliding them on and getting in the truck.\u00a0 Luckily for us, we go to a church that cares more about Jesus than J.Crew.<\/p>\n

Also luckily for us, a colicky pony was the last of the dilemmas for the day.\u00a0 I mean, besides that nonsense in the nesting boxes in the afternoon.\u00a0 When a duck hatched out some chicks and a hen tried to take over brooding on the duck eggs.\u00a0 Ladies, ladies, please!<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>So what do<\/em> people without a backyard full of fur and feathers do on Easter Sunday?\u00a0 Getting ready for church while enjoying a second cup of coffee and a bagel is so mundane, right?\u00a0 Getting your morning exercise on the elliptical machine instead of traipsing up and down the driveway is so blah, don’t you think?\u00a0 Hunting for plastic eggs without worrying about the real ones some ridiculous chicken laid alongside them is just too easy, right?\u00a0 Right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Church, perhaps?\u00a0 Maybe brunch?\u00a0 Enjoying that special Peeps cake I made for dessert after stuffing ourselves full of ham?\u00a0 I’m just assuming that’s what they do since that’s what we had planned, too.\u00a0 Until I went to the barn to milk and found a dirty pony rolling on the ground and refusing to eat her […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2088","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-what-do-the-city-folks-do"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2088","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2088"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2088\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3219,"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2088\/revisions\/3219"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2088"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2088"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ruffledfeathersandspilledmilk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}