We were invited to the farm for Easter. What joy for the city mice to spend a sunny day playing in the country!
My uncle slips out to the sign in pre-dawn and puts up the Easter message. The other side says "hay for sale."
My sis takes a turn at flying a kite (to heckling from the rest of us); the farmers discuss tractors.
And a good picture of my honey and me - thanks, Mel!
My cousins had ducklings in the corner of the kitchen and now that they've named them, the ducklings won't grow up to be dinner, much to my uncle's helpless amusement.
The cousins are serious, sweet playmates at any picnic they are invited to. I tried to join, but I was told to come to the next one. The children had free access to the corncrib, and finally my uncle had to tell them to stop feeding the goats.
My aunt made a 4-layer cake for Easter and Ben's birthday. See the masses of bluebells on the table? We picked those at a sweet little spot in the woods, a little glade next to a stream where geese were nesting.
And each cake layer was a different color. Fabulous! And I'm not done talking about Easter yet. . . stay tuned.