Earl Endear nee Senna Blur

Plus me.

She did spectacularly well on her first trip to Pinewood Estates. I was the last one to find my Easter basket. We didn’t go to church. We celebrated the earth’s rebirth and imminent abundance the secular humanist way. With chocolate eggs. Jellybeans taste best when you have to work for them. You wouldn’t think 30somethings would tolerate foraging for a cellophane-wrapped straw basket full of sweets but there were no complaints. We’re so domestic.