Easter began with an early sighting of the Lindt Chocolates "Gold Bunny Car."
In the weeks leading up to Easter I am busy sorting and stuffing several thousand eggs for our neighborhood egg hunt. The Friday before Easter I took the girls to a neighboring town for a teen flashlight egg hunt (like I did last year), but I didn't take any photos of it this year. Watching another egg hunt event proceed smoothly gets me psychologically ready to run mine the next day. I dislike public speaking and throwing parties, and this combines both, but I'm committed to volunteering for the good of my community, so each year I sign up to do it again. I've been doing it for so many years now that it doesn't stress me as much as it used to.
I still hate having to talk to everyone beforehand (with the bullhorn no less!), imploring parents to pay their community dues, and children to be well behaved and not trample each other. Next year I'll have to delegate that role to someone else.
On thing I'm most proud of about "my" egg hunt is the recycling program I started when I took over the role of "Easter Bunny." 90% of the plastic eggs are reused from year to year (and consequently stored in my overflowing garage).
On Easter Sunday Little K took charge of decorating the table this year. I thought she did a splendid job blending natural elements from our garden, like the birds' nests and bleeding heart flowers, to the antique rabbit pitcher and wooden ornaments from Germany.
While Little K was setting the table, I attempted to fulfill A's wish for hair "like rabbit ears." Looks more like little beehives, but she was happy with the results. I call them "knobbies," or "knobules."
There was an egg hunt in the back yard, as always.
Every year I complain that I'm too tired and they're too old, but somehow I always manage to fit "one last" egg hunt in for them. Their basket prize was pretty small this year, though. Just a few little candies, instead of the games and DVDs they've gotten in previous years.
Grammy brought each of the girls a "Dickey Birds" kit. Since before I was born, my mother has carried in her purse a pair of finger puppets she calls the "Dickey Birds." It's an old English finger play. Through the decades she has entertained hundreds of children, pulling the dickey birds from her purse and distracting crying babies on airplanes and bored children in doctor's waiting rooms.
Since both girls are now babysitters, Grammy thought they should each have their own set of Dickey Birds at the ready.
Also on the table there is a collection of miniature charms and pins Grammy offered to the girls. Grammy has many tiny treasures to share.
After crafting and a simple Easter brunch, it was time for a heated game of cards. It was a simple day of family togetherness, a gift I am always grateful for.
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