Happy Easter and happy birthday to me. This is the last year my birthday will fall on Easter, unless I live until 113 or something like that.
Decorated Easter eggs, always a good time.
Me in my Easter finery with my birthday cake. I think the candles lie.
The eggs ready to be eaten. I actually asked for chickens for my birthday, Brian being much older and wiser said we had to have a chicken coop first. Instead he got me a kindle, which I have spent the entire month of April reading every Georgette Heyer book. I know, sick obsession, but now I am done and I can finally get around to building my chicken coop.
If you are wondering where the pictures of the kids are, I was on holiday from taking pictures as it was my birthday so there are none. Maybe next year.

































