The Fate of the Felted Egg

Easter Saturday was fine and sunny for the egg hunt in our own garden.

Preparing the hunt the night before.

Some of the newest bunting.

Very naughty cupcakes.

 On Easter Sunday it was a cold, unwelcoming type of day until after lunch.

We went to the garden to harvest leeks, broccolli, mint and rhubarb.

 

The flying fairies with newly furbished wings, were placed round the garden.

New fairy bunting was added to the tiny gardens.

The craft trolley has now been set up and Easter visitors have been buying. I have made stacks of stuff this winter and will be gradually bringing it down .... some old favourites and some brand-new ideas. Something for everyone.

As it was, a lady staying at the Valley View yurt, had bought some mittens and seemed very pleased with them.

We didn`t stay long.

Back at home, the roast lamb was cooking and the sun gradually showed itself.

As we waited for our guests, we amused ourselves watching a bluetit attacking one of my felted eggs for nesting material. I didn`t mind losing the egg for the joy of watching this little bird.

The lane is full of wild flowers .....

...... but watch out for the ruts and potholes, sometimes filled with water.

The rhubarb crumble was delicious.

 

HAPPY EASTER