Easter Sunday?

This was the strangest Easter ever. Long ago (last year?) Easter Sunday was filled with non-virtual church services, Easter baskets, and new finery including hats. Family photos against newly blooming bushes were always taken. Easter dinner (ham again?) was always eaten. One year, much to my chagrin, our poodle found the Easter baskets before the kids and ate all the chocolate. That was the year that my children learned that Mommy knew some bad words. This time was different. I did "attend" church services, more out of tradition than belief. Still, the music and words were comforting, and Zoom was a whole lot better than nothing. Later in the day we invited some neighbors to our back yard (six feet apart, of course) and presented a brief concert with my son on the violin and me on the piano. We played Bach's "Arioso" and the theme from Schindler's List. It wasn't perfect but we did our best and the guests seemed to appreciate our efforts. Wine was served (actually picked up individually in plastic glasses) and all were happy to be in the company of others in the flesh. It was a different, but happy, Easter.