In which Easter is a stroll and a Zuckerbombe.

Previously, in Hamburg's northern realm:

Though the air was still smoky from the smouldering remains of bonfires, Easter Sunday came about with bright sunshine and good feelings for all. How appropriate then for a walk in FeelGoodVillage on the northern edge of the city. See, the non-translated name is Wohldorf, with "Dorf" meaning "village" and "wohl" basically meaning to feel good, at ease, etc. (Well, technically in this case it's part of a reflexive verb, so you have to "feel [yourself] at ease"... Oh, you don't care? We'll just get on with the pictures then.) The adventure started and ended with a stroll through the Wohldorfer woods -- not quite in leaf, but thinking about it.

The muffled forest footsteps and wheel spinnings of bicyclists were quite literally overshadowed by airplanes coming in to land at the nearby airport, the massive zooming not well-suited to the softness of the afternoon.

The breezes were kept to a minimum, leaving the water free to mirror the tree stripes above.

(Which also look pretty snazzy in black and white.)

(The Texan cowboy boots are still a-kickin'.)

The village itself is quite idyllic and fachwerky. Many people were out and about with the whole family -- dogs, horses, and cuuuuute little ponies included. I am convinced that the majority of them eventually went home to cake and hot-beverage-of-choice with family, though I would also bet that their spread didn't look nearly as pacman-y as ours.
 

A few days later, Jules and I got carried away decorating happy-go-springy sugar cookies, though listened to Sweeney Todd while doing so to keep the good feelings from getting too excessive.

One of us had trouble keeping our paws out of the butterflies. I wonder who it was...

These cookie cutters have a special feature in that a strategically placed gap lets you hang the tasty Keksies on your teacup.

The springtime Bäckerei got a little ridiculous a couple days later with these melt-a-Rolo-on-a-pretzel-insert-peanut-m&ms-and-top-with-toasted-coconut bird's nests, occasioned by a birthday partay.

Too much? A little much. But whatever.