Easter Sunday

Awake, thou wintry earth-- 

Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers,

laugh forth Your ancient gladness!

Christ is risen.    

                                      - Thomas Blackburn, An Easter Hymn

He Strikes Again!

What's small and furry and comes bearing goodies?

At our house the hunt for eggs is not a simple game of hide-and-seek.  Mr. Easter Bunny leaves a trail of clues hidden in bright plastic eggs. . . 

The girls must read the clue to find the next egg. . .

Sometimes they are in strange places. . .

Bun in the end they lead to the prize.

This year they found their baskets hidden in the car.

They are always filled with candy. . .

. . .and of course those infamous peeps. . .

And each year he leaves a little something summery for these two girls who have winter birthdays. 

 

Anyone know when the rain will stop. . .and the wind will pick up?

Did he strike at your house too?

Happy Easter

Anyone have a good recipe that calls for hard boiled eggs. . . or several recipes?

We  hadn't done this in years--it was really fun. . .though I am not sure why Sig decided she needed to dye eggs in a swim suit!

Happy Easter