Easter Greetings

I really enjoy Easter. This only started a couple of years ago; before then it was just a few days' holiday and chocolate eggs, nice enough, but no Christmas.
Since I have started gardening a bit more seriously though, Easter takes on new meaning; this time of year is so full of potential. We have planted seeds and are now hoping that they will grow, wondering how many potatoes, onions, courgettes etc we will be able to harvest, what they will taste like, what sort of summer we will have. Everything is beginning again.
It is a very domestic holiday, with lots of being at home, baking and pottering around the garden. I've begun baking bread for the first time and am excited about the possibilities. I always found it a bit intimidating before, but with Jane Grigson holding my hand via English Food, a wonderful cookery book that I have been enjoying reading the past couple of days, it no longer seems scary. English Food is one of those wonderful books where there are lots of recipes and information but the author's voice comes through strongly too, so that you feel connected to the person giving you the recipes. I always find that I put more trust in books like these, it's probably why I am so addicted to Nigella Lawson's recipe books.
Reading-wise, I've been in a bit of a slump recently. I have been slowly making my way through Varney the Vampyre, a Victorian Penny Dreadful, which is great fun if not great literature. The best thing about it is there is no mystery about whether or not Varney is a vampire, he's quite happy to admit it.
It is quite huge though, almost 2,000 pages on my e-reader, so I am spending the holidays with some old-technology books to remind myself of what it feels like to turn a page and to have a bit of a break from the villagers shouting 'Down with the vampyre'.
I re-read Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca on Good Friday, a wonderful book, although I always read it through the film, if you see what I mean. Maxim is Laurence Olivier, Manderley is the set from the film. It is one of my favourite Hitchcock films, and so faithful that reading the book does not destroy it as sometimes happens with less well-worked adaptations.
Currently I am reading Ray Bradbury's Farenheit 451, which, if you didn't know, is about book-burning. J said he supposed this was the ultimate horror story for me, he may well be right.