Easter is such a lovely time to head out into the country. Not too hot, not too cold - just right. We went out to my parents' farm for a couple of days. It's looking gorgeous, thanks to recent rains. I don't think I've ever seen this much water in this particular creek (one of my favourites).
The morning light was perfect. You can see there the Volvo hatchback we drove out and back - on a single tank of diesel (and it could still have gone another 200km). Incredible.
Sunday marked our 10th anniversary together and so we escaped from the little ones and went for a glorious bike ride. We rode along a (very) quiet, undulating road with spectacular views out to the mountains. With no helmets required the sensation of zooming along with the wind in our hair was pretty freeing. We made it about 10km or so, then stopped on the roadside for a picnic before heading back to the kidlets. There was hardly a car come by, but of course the one that did had to be my brother, didn't it? He had a good laugh at us city slickers, sitting in the burrs eating our camembert!
Did I mention the morning light? Glorious.
The young lady had a go in a rocking horse that was once mine (so, like, antique, yeah?).
The lad helped his Pop milk the cow and checked out her twin calves.