Having our life's belongings packed up and ready to go has allowed us lots of flexibility. The past two weeks were spent in Calgary, Alberta for a family Easter celebration.
Who would have expected a white Easter? Certainly not me, the British Columbian weather wimp, but apparently there can be snow during any month in Alberta. There was no stopping grandson Rye from his search:
Uncle KC was tasked with picking up a pocket bib for Mr. Parker. The only one left was hot pink with a string of pearls closure:
The purple yams were a hit with the men in the family:
By afternoon, the snow was gone. Elina had arranged an elaborate Easter activity, after blowing out the contents of 60 eggs and filling them with colourful tempera paint, we had an egg toss onto canvas. We each went home with a work of Easter art:
A colourful time was had by all.