It's nearly Easter. The shops' shelves are filled with chocolate eggs of all varieties, and the occasional bunny.
The sight had me reminiscing.
I recalled egg hunts in the garden. Hiding all manner of chocolate eggs, big and small, plain and filled, in the nooks and crannies. Watching the delight on the kids' faces when they found one and popped it secretively into their basket or bag. And, once all were found, the joy or sadness when the winner was announced after the count. And then the messy, but totally joyous, eating ceremony.
Why did I do that year after year for my children and their friends, when it wasn't something I grew up doing?
Or is that why?
And I share a common love of Cadbury's Creme Eggs with my sister, which I only remembered this week when I asked her to eat one for me and she replied that she would "eat a few!" Bliss.
So guess what?
This Easter I am going to have an easter egg hunt for myself!
And be a very happy bunny.
Happy Easter everyone.
Enjoy your eggs Prue. Happy Easter.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Suzy. I had a surprise HUGE egg delivered to me in the storm, from a dear friend, which certainly made my day and saved me from a lonely egg hunt.
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ReplyDeleteWell thanks for posting such an outstanding idea..
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