It’s a good thing The Perfect Grandson is so young, because he doesn’t know enough about the Easter Bunny and egg hunting anticipation to be disappointed this morning. Big storms are moving in and it looks like Easter is indoors today. The neighbor lady’s wind chimes are swinging fast right now and that’s never a good sign. Cross your fingers that it clears up by mid afternoon for at least one muddy hunt.

Next year, we’ll require perfect sunshine, a thousand colored eggs, and an Easter Bunny who hides goodies in the yard at dark-thirty to beat the boy to the hunt. This year, he’s sleeping in unaware.

Oh. And a big thank you to the mysterious E. Bunny who dropped off the touch-and-feel duckling book in our mailbox yesterday. I know who you are…

NOTE: If you’re into Peeps, the boys over at Poor Richard’s Almanac left a trail to this plethora of peepness.