I am so glad the kids are not too old for Easter egg hunts, and I’m so glad the Easter Bunny was granted permission for essential travel. The kids had a blast looking high and low for the eggs, although actually only two of them were excited about it. I guess between 11 and 12, there’s an age divide because Tatum was too cool for school when it came to looking for eggs this year. But she did design the eggs and color in a door sign for us. And she made some sweet cake pops.
We had a really nice lunch–Kevin made a North African egg and tomatoes dish and I brought the raspberries and cream and hot cross buns–and classic dinner with ham, scalloped potatoes and garlic roasted asparagus. We delivered Easter/coronavirus gift bags, which felt edgy and bold in these days on quaranteam. Another bit of essential travel.
But our favorite part of the day was a garden party in Dad’s front yard. We gathered distantly across a card table and watched Tatum do back flips in the sunshine. The kids scrambled (ha ha) over each other to find the eggs Dad and Mary Ellen had decorated and hidden for them. We watched Bali try to catch birds and do fat furry little tumbles. We watched strollers-by smile at Poppy’s tree, now decorated like a priest with a patriotic mask. Dad served tea and tangerine lemonade and a lady-finger fruit tart and it felt like Easter.
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