Easter baskets and mallets

After a morning of eating candy and watching yellow dust settle on every available surface, we ventured to the park for a picnic and croquet. This is the third year that Jeff, Anne, Luke and I have played. Our friends Andy and Stefanie joined us for the first time. We hope they return! Here are some photos:


Stefanie and Andy were dressed to win. And Andy did. Twice.


This might not look like good conditioning mere minutes before a rigorous croquet match, but the guys finished one-two-three in both games. I guess we can all learn something from this.


Anne, Stef and I put on our game faces. Note: next year, chug beer instead.


Now don't be mistaken. Anne isn't behind. Everyone is just afraid of her swing.


This is a fast-paced, action-packed game. Obviously.


Andy gets serious about his croquet stance. Jeff grabs another beer.


I have no idea what's happening in this photo.


Um, isn't this cheating? It appears Jeff is moving the ball with his foot instead of his mallet.


What? How did that wine get on the croquet court?


Anne reacts (poorly) after a particularly "interesting" shot.


Luke and Anne won't let their losses diminish their enthusiasm. Oh wait, yes they will.


Jeff and I relax after losing the grueling lawn game.


It's important to rest between rounds of croquet. It's also important to stay hydrated. Apparently Miller Lite is more effective than lemonade.


This picture will help me remember how all these pieces fit into the box.


Ew. Yellow dust was everywhere. Thank goodness I was wearing socks and taking Claritin.


Anne gave me this adorable little basket. It's like a stuffed animal and basket in one. Love it! There were also three mini vodkas inside. Chocolate + alcohol = happy Dawn.


Jeff got this Easter "basket" for me. It's a pitcher filled with candy. I'll use it for many summer gatherings. The pitcher, that is. The candy will be gone by the end of the week, of course.