This Easter was quiet and meaningful—the kind of day that unfolds slowly and settles in your memory like a warm breeze. The alpacas were sunbathing in the pasture, our chickens content after their morning treats, and the garden offered up just enough color to build a salad that felt like spring itself. But it was the carrot cake that truly stole the show. I’ve made a lot of carrot cakes over the years, but this one… this one felt special. Maybe it was because we shared it in the alpaca pasture,