Yup, at the height of our Easteriness, we colored eight dozen eggs. And they were fabulous. We had a home full of crafts and decorations, fancy dresses, and stuffed bunnies. Church, and family, egg hunts (the most impressive were at Steve’s grandmother’s home, for two generations), brunches and picnics and dinners. Overflowing baskets, and chocolate eggs for breakfast, and Peeps (with mixed reviews, do we love them, or are we repulsed by them, I still don’t know).
And colored eggs for days…and days…and days…
I wish I had pictures scanned so I could show you. Especially of Kate’s first Easter, when we delivered her to Ma’s backyard in a basket. And all of those matching dresses and shiny shoes. Sigh.
This year, quieter. A basket for Alex, a surprise for Steve. The three of us have been buried under our lives, and we were game for something different. We’re going to Napa for a late lunch at Morimoto (sushi, from Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto). I’m hoping Alex will share a few of her chocolate eggs with us, and that we’ll be grateful and renewed and ready for what’s next.