We had a wonderful walk through the woods on Easter morning. Wearing her easter tutu from Grandpa and her Catherine. Woolly hat from nana. And welly boots. Because, you know. That’s how she rolls. She munched mini eater eggs as we walked and played bears as we chased and ran. Conversation included whether there were wolves in the woods – no. Dragon shaped cloads – if you tilted your head, squinted a little and closed one eye. The easter bunnies activities for the rest of the year. Does the easter bunny hibernate? Have alternative employment? Do ballerinas wear tut’s all day everyday.

Her mind jumps from one idea to the next, like a butterfly flitting between flowers. She was braver than usual. Exploring into the trees until we had to suggest that perhaps in light of her attire the path might be a better option. Some days I feel like I say ‘listen to me’ a thousand times. Are her ears made of play dough? Nope. But my words are vying for attention among the multitudes of thoughts that are rushing around in her head, ideas, questions, statements of intent.

I’m not going to lie. 4 is hard. Harder than 3. Much harder than 2 (which was a breeze). But its more fun too. Her joy and imagination sprinkle magic and wonder onto the everyday. She is able to embrace true independence and self reliance in little everyday tasks. That’s life affirming stuff when your 4. Or as we say … She feels 10 foot tall and bullet proof.

Leaving chalk drawings for the easter bunny. Along with little messages. I adore that at this age there is still magic. Real magic. She left her egg hunting basket outside the door with a carrot in it. Along with some pictures and a note. She didn’t want an egg this year. She wanted ‘Pet Birdies’. Which charmingly the easter bunny obliged and brought for her. Leaving bunny paw prints on the steps as he hopped up and down. A little note saying thank you for the carrot and some bits in her basket, a chic hen, bunny mask and tail. 

We set out a little table for her, mini eggs and treats from Nana. A bunny plate from us. Ballet specials from Grandpa and her Catherine.  We had a wonderful walk in the morning and a quiet afternoon 

One of the things I do love about living on this big flat wide open plain. With its slight unnerving lack of hills, is the skies.
And more importantly the clouds. Sadly my photography doesn’t even come close to capturing the amazing shapes of cloud we get. But I tried today as we had the funny little cotton wool ball/alien spaceship clouds, just hanging about in the big blue above us. That and the huge big nearly full moon.