The Easter Bunny had made a nest in our cob oven, woven from birch-twigs and lined with autumn leaves, into which he'd placed 5 chocolate eggs. The two young children of the couple from Geraldine who stayed with us for the weekend followed a paper-clue trail around our garden in order to find the eggs and were delighted to find that he'd done right by them. Here's the moment of discovery!
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Hi Robert, did that storm give you any grief? We got hammered pretty hard, my nursery is a complete mess. I have lost pretty much all my favorite trees, I feel like I have lost some dear friends, is it right to mourn the loss of trees? I hope you guys missed the action, it went from exhilarating to heart breaking pretty fast :( Hope all is well with you and your family.
Hi Shunda - it's great to hear from you though I'm sorry you suffered a set-back like that! Your storm sounded really bad and I wondered how you and your family had fared. Losing trees is bad news and yes, all losses should be mourned (but not in a mournful way :-)
We did in fact, miss the action. All was calm and oddly warm down here. There was flooding up-country, but Riverton sailed blissfully on, largely unaware of trauma on the coast and anywhere north. Visitors told us on narrow escapes from flood-waters, but it seemed remote. All my kin are well and doing well and I hope yours are too. The post that follows this one will give you a clue as to my latest incarnation - I'm becoming sasquatchian in my mien so when I turn up at your place in late July, possibly/probably, don't be too taken-aback! We'll talk via email before then.
Keep your chin up, Shunda, we are thinking positive things about you!
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