‘Tis the season for stupid wasps to fly into the house through the gap in the French doors and then bang themselves stupid against the windows instead of making their way out again.

Every year we eat pasha for Easter (and a few days after) and mildly grumble that we don’t get to eat it during the rest of the year. My recipe isn’t super sweet, so it almost feels like a snack more than a dessert, and I could eat it if not every day then at least every week.

Spring scrubbing the wooden deck. I borrowed a power washer this year for the first time, and it kind of helped some, but to get the worst parts clean without blasting the wood to pieces, proper manual scrubbing with a soapy brush still seems to be the way to go.

Devilled eggs, herring of various kinds, fake vegetarian herring, and assorted side dishes.

Pasha with raspberry coulis.

Painted Easter eggs. My mum and I manage stylized but recognizable objects, and pretty patterns. Adrian does his own thing. Ingrid is the only one who actually practices painting and therefore makes more and more impressive designs each year, with just 8 crappy colours.

Adrian and I are making pasha. He chops and measures and mixes; I get the technical tasks of creaming butter with sugar, pressing quark through a sieve, and whipping cream.

Masses of spring flowers everywhere

It feels like spring in all ways but nothing is green yet.

We have a pretty sweet office with lovely views and a very central location. But because I’m only there once a week, I have none of my personal equipment in place – everything I want, I carry with me. Computer of course, but also charger, mouse, mouse pad, web cam and speaker. And indoor shoes – I really don’t understand how other people’s feet can cope with 20-degree swings in temperature in the same pair of shoes. And knitting. It’s a fair amount to lug along every time. I could try and make do without some of it, like I make do with whatever cheapo keyboard I find, but I don’t want to.