Our Easter Sunday ritual, is a walk through the forrest.
The kids know that the paths are magical this time of year, the path will be littered with little chocolate eggs and they often come falling out of the trees upon shaking them!
They had great fun finding creative places to hide them.
We did have a couple of good, cleansing Easter fires.
On Saturday, a big branch, the size of a small tree, had fallen on the fence.
A massive crash, no-one got hurt, but I do now get why they call these trees widow-makers!
The new fence held but needs a new wire at the top. The chainsaw came out and we now have even more fire wood!
An Easter breakfast with a little fire, a smooching horse and a rising sun.
The smaller branches of the fallen tree, the old front veranda and old fence posts burned away.
A second fire for morning tea.
All pruning waste from the garden and lots of branches littering the second paddock also gone.
Hard work, but very satisfying.