Good Friday?

Such a misnomer.
Why anyone would call "Good" a day that celebrates the extensive torture and ultimate death of a young Jewish man is way beyond me...

Easter was spent out at our Bach in the foothills of the Southern Alps when I was a kid.
Thorns were a theme in the Easter of my youth out there - whether it was Blackberrying with my Mum or doing The Stations of the Cross out in the paddock with my Dad.

Now, as an atheist, Easter means spending time with my family ;-)