Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Bunny Paradise

A lazy long weekend, time to create a bunny paradise, time to rejoice in a public holiday we do not question, despite our lack of religion. Time for jigsaw puzzles, games, digging up potatoes, book reading, craft, chocolate and fudge making, time for playgrounds, bush walks and lazy lolling about. Time to say yes to small children's simple requests. Time to light our first fire for the year, the earth is turning, the days are getting shorter and cooler.

A wet chilly Easter morning, we don gumboots and warm clothes for the pre breakfast hunt.


 The vegie patch provided a perfect hiding place for little chocolate eggs, the pumpkin looks more Spring than Autumn, it is under an illusion that there is time to make more pumpkins.

On Sunday our youngest rejoiced in the Easter egg hunt, she kept saying "this is great" with enthusiasm and marvel. "This is the best Easter ever" she exclaimed, dad asked if the littlest Bowerbird remembered any other Easters and she replied she didn't. 2013 will be a benchmark in which to judge other Easters.


Tissue paper flowers made by the big Bowerbird. Just make a pom pom out of a few sheets of tissue paper, cut the petals to the shape you like, tie and then unfurl.

 Smoke fills the house inside as we adjust the flu and light the fire after a long summer, it is good to snuggle under blankets and be warm.

Happy Easter, I hope it was joyous for your family too.


  1. Happy Easter to you too. We spent it at my mum & dads (also Macedon Ranges) and I think Easter Bunny visited a little too early as a few eggs disappeared and some others had nibble marks. Rodents do seem to like chocolate.

    1. Possums have found ours in times gone by, Easter bunny left an inventory of what to find to ensure all eggs were accounted for. Happy Easter to you and the family Liz, hope you had a great weekend too neighbour.

  2. What a fun Easter hunt. Even here in QLD the weather is cooling down a lot. The days are still lovely and warm but the nights are hinting that it will soon be fire weather.


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young