It was sunny. And warm. And not windy.
What kind of Easter weekend *is* this?
It’s just plain weird!
Nevertheless, we carried on as best we could… forced to eat home made pizza while dyeing eggs *outside* on Tess’ picnic table.
We toughed it out as best we could.
How many kids this weekend dyed eggs under hundred year old cottonwoods, in the sunshine, with their cousins, while steers grazed in the field nearby?Find me here!