Ever since last year, one of my goals for this Easter Sunday was to find some Dutchman’s Breeches out at the farm.

I admit, I didn’t have a whole lotta faith — mostly ’cause spring has been playing such tricks here lately, what with the 80 degrees one day, 30 degrees the next. Mom’s dogwood trees are pretty much done for the year; she’s kind of concerned, in fact, that she might lose one or two of them.

I did, however, have hope … so Aunt Janie drove Debra and me in the golf cart, out to the woods.

And: We found them.