My cousiniece Olivia, Easter Egg Hunt, 2003.
That’s my dad behind, pointing to an egg hidden in the pine. So why a photo from last year? I don’t know. There just isn’t a lot of Easter decor around here. (Except for these really lame arm-length twigs they sell in stores. Each has a fake, colored feather attached to the end. No one can tell me what they mean. They bother me.)