A cold, cold Easter

It's been a cold, cold spring. And, although I saw tiny buds on my willow tree today, we're still waiting for any leaves to appear on trees, or even a bit of green in our lawn.

But, Idahoans are tough, right? It turns out, I overestimated my state. This is a photo of Anne Marie and Thomas, excited for their first commercially Easter egg hunt.

From Easter

There were two hunts in town the day before Easter, both at the same time. One was sponsored by a real estate company, the other by the local Elks Lodge. We drove by the real estate one and saw massive amounts of children. I got a little scared and decided we'd go to the Elks Lodge. We drove across town to the egg hunt site, where there was no one. It had been cancelled. Granted, the wind was blowing about 40 miles per hour, and there was a mini snowy lake in the parking lot, but it was little consolation as I drove a sobbing 3-year old home without Easter eggs.

Luckily for us, the next day looked much better. The snow melted, we hunted our own eggs and also went to an excellent, not-crowded egg hunt sponsored by a fraternity on campus.

From Easter

We also spent the afternoon geocaching for the first time. I was amazed to find there were at least 5 caches within less than a mile of our house. It was an adult Easter hunt of sorts.

From Easter