HAPPY Easter . . .did your Egg & Bunny arrive in time ?

Arron has caught the Easter Bunny and is trying to squeeze the eggs out of him !!!! Poor Bunny !!

Easter has always been about the HUNT, and the SHARING . . . OH YES!!! and the CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE

I think Tuttu & Poppa bought one of the entire Easter selection, each year.

I do hope you know, that despite the occasional difference of attitude or opinion over the years, You have both been blessed with Grandparents who LOVE you wholly and completely and adored sharing their LOVE in various ways . . .Buying and hiding Easter bounty was just one of them.

Did anyone get the message ? I don't think so.

The Easter Hunt. Who said we were too old to have an Easter Hunt?

However, We did say we were cutting back on the quantity . . . . . . a bit! Didn't we?

Sharing the booty . . . . . one of the FUN things about Easter.

We have always known how to celebrate, CHRISTMAS, THE TOOTH FAIRY, HOLIDAYS, BIRTHDAYS and EASTER . . . . what was there not to love about EASTER?!

I loved collecting all the shredded paper, for the bunnies nests, throughout the year . . or spending hours making it. (not always my favourite options, but a necessity. What is a bunny lair without the nest?) Then the buying of the eggs and hiding of the hoard until the appropriate day.

Then the morning would arrive and we would be up at the crack of dawn to make preparations. We loved to hide the eggs. I can still remember how thrilled I was the year Cameron got into the act of hiding the bunnies, which started making the hunt that much harder.

The entire day was always a very Happy family day of expectation, looking, finding, sharing and indulging.

We look forward to sharing the NEXT EASTER with you and will make sure we hide a few for you this year in the garden at the Roo . . . . . we will all miss you . . . . we do hope you find a way to celebrate over there

HAPPY EASTER DARLING XXXOXXX

Love you more than we can ever say!!

From the Roo to Xian

While you were engrossed in History, we were admiring our new addition to the Roo. See the small wallaby ? it was so very cute, and extremely fat. . . . it was hard for us to imagine you in Xian . . . .again! When we took you to China that first time . . .you were studying Japanese and going to be a journalist !!!! How life changes.

Xian . . .

There was soo much about Xian that I loved. The terracotta warriors, the Muslim markets where I bought the beautiful amber snuff bottles & bird whistles and we visited the exotic Muslim quarters . . .

I do remember a train trip that was long and very uncomfortable !!!!!!! However, I seem to remember you sleeping like a log!

Sitting at the Roo on the weekend, I was trying to imagine you over there in Xian. It did not seem that long ago that we were there with you, as you and Dad rode your bikes along the wall and we walked through the markets.

This man was so delightful and patient. Remember that hat ? Have you bought a new one yet ?

I distinctly remember you were so very excited when you saw your first real live monk.

Oh! . . . .and you experimented with being inconspicuous !! Is that 'head gear' look still working for you ????

I remember looking down from that amazing wall, at the people dotted in the squares doing exercises, the beautiful Hotel where you and Jenny got to stay in the posh room, the man playing jazz at the piano bar, the architecture, the craftsmanship, the over the top wedding dresses, the chemist shop with bottled snake and the History. . . . . .so much history.

I imagine that you will see and experience an entirely new set of 'wonders', with friends around your same age . . . I do hope the experience is a memorable one. . . . . for all the right reasons.i.e Fun, delight, enjoyable !!

(However, I am having difficulty imagining David riding a bike with his broken elbow? )

I can't wait to see what you place on your BLOG after this lovely LONG trip.

Dad & I spent 3 days at the Roo with just us. A very nice time. . Dad got in 4 loads of gravel and fixed the road, I fertalized, pruned, racked and tidied the garden. It is looking so beautiful.

Dads pants are not looking like they did when you wore them on the train . . .