Monday, April 1, 2013

Easter Celebration, Spring Preparation

Because of Easter we've had a fabulous five-day weekend.  After another recent snow storm, we were grateful for the return of warmer weather.
Laura has taken up residence in her fort outside the back door. She slogged through the mud for a couple of days before the Big Guy bought mulch to spread over her living quarters.


While we were outside Saturday morning, I filled the bird feeder with Becca Bunny's company. In the last three years of freedom, she's survived a broken leg which the Big Guy (tBG) re-set--she hopped around in bandages for a week or two and has been good-as-new--and this winter, the loss of an eye. The eye was gone and infection had set in but tBG caught her, washed her up a couple of times and sent her on her way. The wound has healed and doesn't seem to keep her from enjoying life.


As proof, we discovered another set of bunnies a few weeks ago under the front porch. For whatever reason, her babies have a lion-like mane and ears that work independently of one another. We call them "Mad Hatters."


It's time to think about spring field work, but the ground is too wet and cold to get started. Ever the optimistic non-procrastinator, tBG spent the weekend filling tanks for fertilizer.


Sunday morning we enjoyed a wonderful celebration of Jesus with our local church body, then came home for a family meal. Laura liked the green bean bundles so much she took this lovely photo (which is code for, "I want to put this on my blog").


The kids and I cleared the table while the Easter bunny hid eggs outside. For whatever reason, he thought Matthew might "change his mind" about not wanting to scrounge for plastic, candy-filled eggs when he could be easily seen from the highway. Go figure.

If there was ever a question about who enjoys this activity more, the hider or the finders, here is evidence that our children will have to have children before the Easter bunny stops hiding eggs:

We had to look quickly--curious, hungry chickens were ready to enjoy jelly beans and chocolate!

Who would hide eggs in the chicken yard?  Only the Easter bunny.

 "A-hem!" is the key for, "I found an egg and it's not mine."  We had a lot of loud throat-clearing going on. (Notice the Big Guy, pointing.)

Pointing...

Hint, hint.

Before loading "Babe," his blue Ranger, Matthew checked the toothpicks he'd marinated since last spring. We thought they'd been eaten alive. Needless to say, Matthew was disappointed in the power of wintergreen. A bottle of cinnamon oil is on my list for the next trip to Stringtown, the Amish grocery store.

And on with life we go. The month of April has been set aside for planting.  Then, in May and June we hope to tackle the base of the front porch, which has slowly crumbled these last five or ten years of a hundred.
And for those of you wondering, the hay bale still hasn't been opened.  Life is just too full of good things.

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