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Nant y Mor Rams on the go!

The Boys are loose!

Easter has come and gone.

I hope you enjoyed yours. I personally have decided to refrain from participating in next years commercial portion of this festive event.

I try to be a good sport about it and I have to admit to being a "Chocoholic". This is one of my fav times of the year to let loose and indulge in all sorts of critters formed into this mouthwatering hip building bit of joy.

When I was a child my mother would buy candy Easter eggs, hide them through out the house in a variety of ingenious locations and my brother and I would spend the majority of the day searching for the sugary treasures.

We would still find them months after ward too!

My mom was a master at the event and recalling how much I enjoyed my own little treasure hunt I continued the tradition with my own children.

Unfortunately I did not inherit my mothers ability to purchase the required goods, hide them safely until the evening before and then distribute them stealthily through out the family home.

Last year I got caught by my son who had to "get a drink". The jig was up as there was no plausible way to explain the full bag in my hand or the smear of candy crumbs on my lips. The trail of eggs on the counter behind me might have been a give away! I promised then not to repeat the event this year but was sucked in by the commercialism of the season. Plus it was a reason to eat more of Gods best edible creation...chocolate.

This year I waited until well after midnight when I knew my offspring would be well asleep in their beds before I began the distribution of treasure. That was the plan.

Remember my lack of acquired heritiable traits? I did remember to buy the candy and to safely hide it where the kids could not find it. The problem was I promptly forgot where my chocolate stash was!

Underwear drawers, linen closets and kitchen cupboards all seemed like viable hiding spots. I know they work...I have used them before. Now the concern was that I would have to wait until July when the sweltering summer heat melted them in to a pool of goo that an army of ants would locate and then I would have two problems.

Actually three, clean up, raid and regret. Regret that I did not get to taste one morsel of chocolate and I would have to share with the first cousin to the cockroach. Eewww.

So by the light of the moon, fuelled by fear of insect infestation David and I began the "Search and Recover" mission of 2011. This is usually a bi annual event as I seem to "lose" crucial components of Christmas gifts as well. I am choosing to view this as a "gift" while ignoring the mumblings of my husband as I listen to a litany of "Every time...How can you do this EVERY time?"

Like I said..talent.

Long story short..they were found. Yep, they were in the underwear drawer, which will no doubt gross my kids out and do nothing to deter me, and without fear of capture the Easter bunny once again laid those delectable morsels of Chocolate around our house.

The kids have eaten all they have found and yes I did locate a few missed treasures which I hoarded until I sure I would not have to share.

I am not sure if I will continue the event in its present form. My Lamarkian abilities seems to be in full play here so maybe next year I will just dump the bag in the center of the table and have a proper feast. After all, shouldn't it be treated like the nectar of the Gods that it is and enjoyed before its expiration date sets in?

I'll let you know next year how it goes!

The photos above are from a recent visit to Nant Y Mor Farms and as I can not resist a great galloping sheep shot the boys are captured in all their glory! I have many more and as the weeks move on you'll get to see them all. Gwyneth and I are hoping to do a tour of the province and get some more photos of all the great breeds we have here. Plus, it is lambing season so who could resist the beauty of a woolie little bundle of joy!

Have a great day!