Easter   Besides Christmas, Easter is the one mass that packs the pews — there’s barely elbow room, much less kneeling room. And as in the past,   so it is now — yes, we live for that link to the memories in our blood, hold fast to old habits. We love white lilies, pink   tulips, golden daffodils, and the booming organ . . . leaving little time to think about the upshot of the empty tomb.     © Michael Fleming Dummerston, Vermont April 2024