We've managed to pack a fair bit into this Easter break, including various threats of the Easter Bunny not coming if behaviour wasn't altered during the first half to confiscation of Easter eggs if behaviour wasn't altered from Sunday on.
This kid may have been in the thick of the behavioural issues. Then she hands over a little gem such as this and all is forgiven. Of course a little spelling lesson ensued.
Easter began with timber cutting.
It was hot. And hard work.
Grateful for the gloves my beloved gave me for our last wedding anniversary. He knows the way to a woman's heart.
The above photo shows how barking should happen. With sap flowing, the bark will simply pop off with a few taps from the crowbar. Below shows a more stubborn example which saps energy and tests tempers.
With our timber quota filled by lunch time Good Friday we decided an invitation up the road for a spot of fishing and relaxation simply couldn't be passed over.
And though fish were in short supply, good company was in abundance.
We came home with one mud crab to enjoy, and having left the pots in overnight, our friends collected another five next day.
With troops recharged we headed to Bottle Tree Saturday to start a spot of weaning.
My beloved Tamron lens finally gave up the ghost over the weekend, years of misuse and dusty conditions finally catching up with it. Still usable with manual focus, we struggled on.
Easter Monday has dawned with the boys heading back to Bottle Tree early, washing machine's humming and girls are packing. I'm rocking slowly in a corner in denial. The holidays have been productive ... and full ... and fun. The drive back to school this afternoon won't be.