Nature gave us the gift of wild blossoming branches to hang our painted eggs from. We found them in the woods and they weren't hard to harvest...the lumberjacks had cut down an old flowering tree, and left it by the forest path.
Rafael had his first Easter...next year he will be able to hunt for eggs.
The tiny fallen nest I found looked so sweet and cozy nestled in between the boughs.
Green is flourishing and the forest floor is frothy with wild white anemones.
Our village is bathed in sun here, but we are having our share of April showers, too. The plants are grateful.
My husband, pictured here in mid-air with his (exhausted) brother-in-law, has been enjoying outdoor workouts again, using whatever he finds. He jumps on and off tree stumps with both feet at the same time (harder than is looks), and does shoulder presses by lifting tree trunks.
Hope you are having a beautiful spring, or autumn, depending on where you are in the world.