Easter Monday.
Family visit to SmallTown on Easter Monday. So very typical in many ways. The waffles we had were really rather dark and the one that was thoroughly burnt? Not thrown out, but eaten - it's that mix of "I am suffering for you" and "I cannot throw away anything resembling food, I still remember people starving". Traumas manifest in little ways. (My family and food? There is some bad stuff there.)
The traditional walk was enjoyable, most of the time, as there was some hiding and finding of eggs, of the dyed and chocolate variety. The kid got onto us at some point that the same eggs kept turning up again.
Anyway, lots of signs of early spring and some pictures taken:
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The traditional walk was enjoyable, most of the time, as there was some hiding and finding of eggs, of the dyed and chocolate variety. The kid got onto us at some point that the same eggs kept turning up again.
Anyway, lots of signs of early spring and some pictures taken:
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