Easter Bunnies and Other Edible Goodies
Celebrated Easter at the farm via hiding some eggs, hiding some treasure notes, eating some pork & green beans & mac/cheese & sweet corn & rolls, washed down with some home-made sweet tea.
The hiding of the eggs, well, everyone knows what that is.
The treasure notes, well, that is something the woman and I started some many years ago. Its like this, we give a series of clues, and they semi-sortof are like a poem, a real short one ya know, each clue being like two-to-four lines at most. Each clue leads to the next location, whereupon the lucky little critters can then decipher where to head to next. Of course, being parents, we are cruel. Yes, we take pleasure in seeing them (a) try to read our writing, (b) scratch their noggins as they try to figure out what pray tell we actually meant by that rambling nonsensical garbage that is kindof similar to this verbage that you have the pleasure of reading now upon your computer monitor's screen, and (c) run up the stairs and then back down the stairs from clue site to clue site. Yea... of course! each following location just somehow happeded to be upon the opposite floor [insert the copyrighted sinister evil parental laughter track here...].
So, at the final treasure clue location, they then are blessed with the discovery of finding some sortof gift. This year, a backpack and a remote-controlled boat. The first is for when we go hiking and/or camping. The latter is for them to play with upon our semi-sortof-still newish 1/2 acre pond.
Anyhow, the meal, as usual, was most excellent. Woman, she can cook. Very well. Good woman that woman be. Of course to put up with a deranged engineer that crawls in mud-filled passages and listens to music a tad too loud and drives a tad too fast and has an unnatural passion for hockey, foolsball, and computers - she is edible and sweet; like a Easter bunny.
After all the festivities, we went for a short hike. But, the spring thunderstorms kept us from going too far, so we scrambled back to the house, arriving about five minutes before the first wave crashed through. Was quite the storm. Tornado warnings were about. Wind gushed. Water fell, and did so quite hard. Was neat to watch the rain curtains make their way across the field below us, and the clouds scamper across the sky, chasing one another with a mad passion.
Weather is so cool.
Life is good.
Thank you Easter, etal.
The hiding of the eggs, well, everyone knows what that is.
The treasure notes, well, that is something the woman and I started some many years ago. Its like this, we give a series of clues, and they semi-sortof are like a poem, a real short one ya know, each clue being like two-to-four lines at most. Each clue leads to the next location, whereupon the lucky little critters can then decipher where to head to next. Of course, being parents, we are cruel. Yes, we take pleasure in seeing them (a) try to read our writing, (b) scratch their noggins as they try to figure out what pray tell we actually meant by that rambling nonsensical garbage that is kindof similar to this verbage that you have the pleasure of reading now upon your computer monitor's screen, and (c) run up the stairs and then back down the stairs from clue site to clue site. Yea... of course! each following location just somehow happeded to be upon the opposite floor [insert the copyrighted sinister evil parental laughter track here...].
So, at the final treasure clue location, they then are blessed with the discovery of finding some sortof gift. This year, a backpack and a remote-controlled boat. The first is for when we go hiking and/or camping. The latter is for them to play with upon our semi-sortof-still newish 1/2 acre pond.
Anyhow, the meal, as usual, was most excellent. Woman, she can cook. Very well. Good woman that woman be. Of course to put up with a deranged engineer that crawls in mud-filled passages and listens to music a tad too loud and drives a tad too fast and has an unnatural passion for hockey, foolsball, and computers - she is edible and sweet; like a Easter bunny.
After all the festivities, we went for a short hike. But, the spring thunderstorms kept us from going too far, so we scrambled back to the house, arriving about five minutes before the first wave crashed through. Was quite the storm. Tornado warnings were about. Wind gushed. Water fell, and did so quite hard. Was neat to watch the rain curtains make their way across the field below us, and the clouds scamper across the sky, chasing one another with a mad passion.
Weather is so cool.
Life is good.
Thank you Easter, etal.
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