Hoppy Easter

Since I spend most of each Easter Sunday singing at a Catholic church gig in LA, we did Easter brunch with my family on Saturday instead. We gathered at my mom and stepdad's house for our traditional feast of goldenrod eggs, tender asparagus, savory vegelinks, fresh out of the oven melt-in-your-mouth scones with clotted cream and preserves, and a refreshing fruit salad of fresh oranges and berries. Stuffed to the gills, we then stepped out into the beautiful garden for an Easter egg hunt. It was a lovely afternoon, unseasonably warm (in the mid-80's) - we couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. As the only child present, Emmy had a field day hunting for the dozens of eggs we'd hidden, her every move shadowed by the family papparazzi. She ate up all the attention, looking adorable in a Janie and Jack outfit from Grandma Jean and bunny ears from Mommy. After finding all of the eggs she immediately asked us to hide them again . . .