We took a walk on Saturday morning to find a good place for a geocache, the search for which was part of our Easter egg hunt.  We were on a well-worn path that could live without these markers, though maybe the tree would feel naked without them after all these years.

The one-and-only swan who was iced in during a nap a few weeks ago left evidence of his whereabouts.  

Farther down the path, the boys were back in town swimming with their girlfriends.  Peepers provided the music--along with the woodpeckers, robins, red-winged blackbird, blue jays, and crows. The day was alive.

Della, her cousins, and her friends got a bit of exercise during their search. 
Adam, who found the golden egg with the first geocaching clue, also found the geocache.  The bunny filled it up with some good stuff.
And then it was time to color eggs.  An important Easter tradition is eating strangely colored egg salad in 
the days after the holiday.  We've got it covered with these and 17 more.