Here are my Easter bunnies on their Easter egg hunt. They're standing on the ledge of the local bakers, a stone's throw from our place. (If you roll out of bed and aim, you land in a soft, doughy pile of croissants.)

We ended up by the swings in the afternoon sun. Emma got her paws on several large eggs, which Gloria then attacked like a shark. The resulting mess was noteworthy.

Happy days.