Feels good to be home after what feels like a marathon at work. Nice to sit at a computer and stare at photos from the weekend, and not construction drawings or emails. As I’m looking through the photos I’m marvelling at just how green everything is. Usually when we go north for the Easter holiday it feels a little like travelling back in time – there’s not as much blooming, or greening, and the weather is chillier and drearier. This Easter was a definite exception, and the grass that this little one is finding eggs in almost looks fake it’s so perfect. It looks like a golf course, but it’s not. It’s my in-laws yard.
This however, is a golf course, and some smiling cousins stretching out their Easter brunch-stuffed bodies.
And then taking turns in the jump seat of their grandfather’s golf cart. This is my favorite photo.
What a ham. And yes, those are flames on the hood.
Lots of great traditions on this holiday – and maybe a new one (golf cart rides?). The eggs get more elaborate every year as the girls get older. We’ve already agreed to step up our game some more next year.