Sunrise was lovely this morning… The beach was well-populated, but not super-mobbed for Easter.
I want to go on an egg-hunt. My father, brother and I would search all over the inside of the house, looking for tiny chocolate eggs left out by the Easter Bunny… Dad would sniff around, “trying to pick up the scent” and bro and I would scan around for hidden stores of two or four of them. (We’d divide them equally…I suspect there were only three in one location when Mr. Bunny wanted a quick little sugar-snack.)
Later on, I took on the role of Egg-bloodhound, sniffing out goodies with the twins and other munchkins on different years. I rather miss that…I’d love to help a few little ones find foil-wrapped sweets today sometime, but I don’t think that it’ll happen.
Peep article that Danny pointed out to me yesterday –
They are loved, hated, vilified, celebrated, parodied, decapitated, smooshed, frozen, fricasseed, microwaved and subjected to bizarre experimentation. Can an American icon get a little respect? Continue reading 6594 Happy Easter, folks.. Many Chocolate Yolks!