Mt. Tabor

On Easter Sunday, we took our old dog out for a quick trot on Mt. Tabor. He loves sniffing around the mountain, but doesn’t care much for the fenced in dog park.This year Easter happened to fall on 4/20. Hoards of stoners milled about celebrating the stoniest day of the year by getting high in the highest place within walking distance. It made for a very silly day. As our kids skipped brightly though the daisies in their matching Easter frocks, goofy dudes with glassy-eyed grins drooled with pleasure. “Those sure are some pretty dresses!” growled one very scary looking fellow. The girls beamed with pride. Everyone we passed cooed in blissful admiration at our trio of pastel princesses.Although they adore the flounciness of a tiered skirt and the shapely curve of cap sleeves, these girls also love sticks. Luckily Mt. Tabor is literally littered with sticks. After each girl carefully selected her special stick, their purplish reign of terror began… Until someone accidentally bonked herself on the head. Although it looked extremely painful, we were able to regroup and soldier on. Who sits in this tiny chair?Is this miner’s lettuce? The leaves are not quite round?Are those monkey bars?     After a whole lotta swinging around, our tummies started to rumble. The stoners all winked, “We know what that means…PIZZA!” So we headed straight to Pizzacato, the closest pizza place around, and stuffed our faces with fat slices of pie. Happy Easter dudes!