R wanted us to do the Easter Egg hunt again this year, even though he is 13 and B is at his girlfriend's house. So we did it, JC, R, Lemon and I, and we had fun.
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| R and JC set off on the Easter Egg hunt |
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| R having arrived for the hunt by sliding down banister |
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| Lemon joins us |
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| Each owl has an egg |
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| My best disguise, can you spot the white egg? |
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| Here you can see my painted logs, they are sections of executed nut tree, the execution ordered by our neighbour, my attempt symbolise a flowering from the death of the old, a renewal of life. |
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| Cheeks stuffed already... |
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| Seven petalled clematis |
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| Lemon enjoys trampling on feet, here she is caught in the act |
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| Periwinkle stars shine upon Easter |
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| Strawberries and raspberries in grow-bags, and a posher pot with summer bulbs |
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| JC points at our fig tree and remembers how Christ condemned a fig tree just before the crucifixion... |
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| Our fig tree was condemned, to an agonising over-pruning not of my doing, but look how it resurrects by growing new branches from its severed trunk... |
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| Mixed canopy |
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| The reward, a basket of eggs... |
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| JC returns to hsi beloved study |
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