Happy Easter!

On this day last year, I got some really nice pictures of my dogwood blossoming. It was a series leading up to Easter in which I was hoping the tree would blossom in time for the holiday. (It did.) The 2006 series is documented on my Tree Grower’s Diary. Unfortunately the diary Web site is down right now.

Note to self: don’t forget to pay bills tomorrow.

*A-hem*

I can’t remember the date of Easter last year, but there’s no doubt the dogwood tree has at least two weeks before it hits full blossom this year.

I can’t get the Diary back up until tomorrow, but I did manage the Easter basket thing, egg hunt and all, finally.

As of the 9 a.m. church service, I still hadn’t made the purchases for the basket contents.



But, finally, we pulled it together and had the hunt. It’s such a raw day (it snowed earlier), the hide and seek was quick.

I was thinking that if I made the picture black and white it would’t be so obvious that my yard is mess of brown leaves which I never raked last fall.



And then there’s the little hideout Bradley, Kathryn and Gabe built behind the shed. I’m sure my neighbors just LOVE the blue plastic tarp. What do you suppose the kids do in there? No, nevermind. I don’t want to know.



Bradley is a big fan of M*A*S*H these days. Can you tell?


Bradley is, of course, “beyond” egg hunts. He just does it for the chocolate. Once he emptied out all his eggs, I told him I’d trade him kisses for his Mr. Goodbars. “Ok, you owe me four kisses,” he said. He got four kisses on the cheek. I got a nasty stare.



Little candy wrappers all over the house, including atop the pile of newspapers. Interesting accidental art here. The pope and chocolate on Easter Sunday. Hmmm.

Note to self: don’t leave the candy wrappers all over the house until fall.