I’m creative with words, but not in ways like this. My friend Ceil, with whom I had lunch in San Diego, makes these bunny baskets for friends and family every Easter — she tells me a growing number of people count on getting them year in and year out. She very kindly brought one for each of us, including Sara and Ben. I can’t think when my kids last got an Easter basket, so we carefully packed up the little bunnies and brought them home. Here are Sara and Ben’s, waiting on Sara’s dining room table.
You know that Archie and Else’s didn’t last this long, or at least the contents didn’t. 🙂