I didn't take many pictures, because I was too busy stuffing my face with Grandma's home-cookin'. But I did manage to get a "before" shot of the table dressings:
For after, just picture a bunch of people slouched back in their chairs in food comas.
Probably my favorite part of the Easter festivities was that it was just nice enough outside to have a fire. Mike started one down at the cabin, and the family trickled down. If you build it, they will come.
It was a great little teaser of summer nights ahead. I am beyond excited to dive enthusiastically into camp cooking this year, to lounge in a cozy camp chair under a blanket of stars, to watch Mike poke at the logs and embers with a stick, to swap stories across the flames.
Campfires are good for the soul.
