Proulx Sugar Bush and Berry Farm

This past Saturday, we piled into the car and drove a measly 20 minutes or so to the Proulx Sugar Bush and Berry Farm to enjoy Easter Saturday, if you will. There was face painting,

Easter egg hunting,

 ...the gloves come off, and dada gets recruited to help

consumption of vast amounts of brunchy goodness,

 egg hunt prize...must have been a big egg

some taffy pulling, 

quite a bit of sliding,

construction of the second sandcastle of the season,

lots of strolling,

baby animal feeding,

and oh, let's not forget the swinging.

And then, of course, there was a little business to take care of.

By my count, those pictures are worth about 13,000 words. And every one of those words is "love". Hooray for remembering cameras!