When I'm watching the young'uns, I tend to make up games on the fly. One of the inventions was the Pointing Game. I start off easy by telling them to point to a dog. Then I say, point to a chicken. Then I say point to a yellow flower. The instant they start thinking it's too easy, I say point to a 4-Leaf Clover. Hmmm. All of a sudden they are scrambling for a patch of clover and furiously fumbling through leafy things trying to find a 4-leaf clover. Jordan is better at this game than his younger cousin Anthony. It took him less than five minutes to find the prize. 

Then it's a few more easy things before I say point to an aircraft to the south. It's a little test I do to make sure they know their directions. Again, it takes a moment to orient, but Jordan is all over it. I'd asked my phone for any aircraft that was overhead and it told me there was one to the south about 20 miles away. I knew it would be in sight within a few minutes. 

Jordan helped Anthony figure out directions by thinking about the direction of sunrise and sunset. Soon, he's jumping up and down point to a cottony contrail about 30 degrees above the southern horizon. 

Soon came the call from inside telling us the food was ready and we headed inside.

Before he left going back home, Jordan said, "The pointing game was better than an Easter Egg hunt."  That's good because we'd used all the eggs for the potato salad.

After everyone left, Jilda and I took a long Easter nap. 

This evening at sunset, I poured a glass of Easter Merlot and stepped out onto the deck to get an analog weather report. 

It was partly cloudy with a 100% chance of bliss.