Sunday, April 12th 2020
.
We open our blurry, un-caffeinated eyes and what do we see?
.
We follow a trail of flower petals to their Easter Baskets:

And Daddy’s hair is RISEN!
.
Frolicking in a tradition seems extra sweet during quarantine:

.
Then they get busy being kids:

.
We don’t know how this happened but we have our suspicions:

.
Daddy works his miracles:

.
A little restoration:

Daddy with resident Nap Mascot
.
To conserve eggs, we hid petals instead.

Though we also found a big black and white egg anyway. (?)
.
Then we made loves notes for loved ones:

.
We deliver some digitally:
.
And brought some cheer in person (from a social distance of course):
.
We are so blessed that Mom, still the Queen of All She Surveys, gets to self-quarantine at Heather and Joe’s condo in Somerville:

.
Back at home ClaraJane joins me for an Extreme-Bunny broadcast (See Ukulele Quarantine #29):

.
And that’s a wrap on Quarantine Easter. We may have a shit show of horrors in the White House, but at least the Easter Bunny knows what’s going on:

He even follows scientific recommendations and EVERYTHING.
.
words fail…XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX