Egg Hunting...

One of my absolute favourite memories of easter (and possibly of all time) is hunting for easter eggs in the garden with my little sister.  We would be out there at the crack of dawn in our nighties, with jumpers and wellies on. The grass would be wet with dew (or rain!) and the morning was always still and quiet, with only the wood pigeons or our excited little voices to break the silence. I even remember the smell of the cool air!

So, I was very keen to try to recreate this experience for my own little ones.  It was a cool morning here and the unanticipated rain overnight meant that some of our eggs were not so much hiding as swimming, but the rain didn't dampen any of the excitement! We searched in trees, in plant pots, in watering cans, even in the cubby house! The easter bunny had been all over the garden and even the littlest one was able to find some all on his own (even if he didn't get to eat them just yet!)