In our garden every year for as long as I recall we've had a hunt at Easter when children have a ball eggs hidden in strange places whoops and shouts of joy all these years in passing from three girls and a boy
But this year for a difference I included dog treats too as they are part of family so it seemed the thing to do Yes the children are all grown now but tradition will not die so we will just continue as the years they pass us by
©Jemverse
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