Disorganised Easter


Can you believe Easter will be here in less than a week? It’s so early this year! Last year I was all over the Easter craft, and loving it. If you’d like to learn a wonderful, natural (easy!) way of dying eggs and creating beautiful botanical prints on them, like these below, here is a post I wrote about how to do that, last year. I hope we find the time to do this again!


Things are a lot more chaotic in the Easter preparation stakes this year, with Mr B having been overseas since late Feb, plus  photo-shoots to complete for my book, on top of the normal parenting-work-life roles, so I’ve decided to forego a lot. I’ve cancelled the roast-lamb-for-friends party that we usually host on Easter Sunday, and I am sorry to say that at the time of writing, there has been no Easter craft whatsoever going on around these here parts.

I did however feed my kids hot cross buns for afternoon-tea the other day. AND we are going full steam ahead for our second annual family-and-friends Easter egg hunt. This is something I host with two other friends, and last year was such a beautiful time. The photos you see in this post are from that day. We show up in the early morning and deposit literally thousands of eggs in the dew-soaked grass. The Easter bunny makes an appearance, a local cafe delivers coffee for the grown-ups, and there are great big mounds of buttered hot cross buns ready for consumption. This is the one Easter activity I’ve committed to this year, and I’m probably looking forward to it more than the kids are!



Oh my little Ralph, filching Easter eggs from the Easter Bunny’s basket. I can’t believe he wasn’t even walking or talking, only this time last year. Where did my baby go?


  • Rebecca Berrett

    When my (now) 25 year old was 3 or 4, he got out of bed at dawn one Easter Sunday morning and went out in the half-light and gathered all the small chocolate easter eggs that the Easter Bunny had placed around the backyard during the night- in flower pots, on top of the washing machine, on external window sills,at the base of trees, in the cubby house etc. He found the lot, and ate the lot, before his two older brothers were awake. He ate his eggs, and their eggs too. And now…at ages 31 and 35 his older brothers still give him heaps for his transgression!

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