Good Eggs

Easter has always been a favorite holiday for me. When I was a child, my sister and I got new dresses, usually the only party dresses of the year, to wear to church on Easter and my Dad always made a wonderful treasure hunt for us by composing rhyming clues using the most gawdawful doggerel to lead us to where he had hidden our Easter baskets. It was simple fun.

I still celebrate every year with an Easter basket for My Beloved (he is always surprised and never seems to see it coming!) and one for any other friends or family who happen to be around. The return of long, light days is a celebration all its own and the silly fun of baskets and chocolate bunnies is a treat not to be missed.

Easter celebrations have gotten a bit more elaborate these days and rarely do they involve church going or new dresses, but they are essentially the same simple fun as before. Since our granddaughter is visiting, we got to dye hard boiled eggs and to watch her hunting for Easter eggs hidden all around the living room since it was raining cats and dogs outside. Hers were plastic eggs with just a very few jellybeans or "goldfish" crackers inside.

She learned quickly to shake them and, when the distinctive rattle of jellybeans was detected, she stopped to open the egg and eat the jellybeans. When the sound said "goldfish," she moved on to the next egg. Egged on by adoring adults, she ended up with a basket full of color for an Easter she won't soon forget.