Going on an Egg Hunt...

"Easter" didn't mean much to the boys before this weekend, but I expect next year the mere mention of the word will send them into a frenzy. Especially Sammy, chocoholic that he is…

Basically we are treating Easter as a celebration of the arrival of spring, not going into any detailed explanations. But we were treated to two opportunities for egg hunts, which the boys entered into with great enthusiasm. On Saturday, our colleague and friend Dana opened up her beautiful garden for the children to search for cleverly hidden treats. It took some time for even the older ones to find all of the eggs, which meant there were a few minutes here and there available for grown up to appreciate the lovely spring day and good companionship as well…

Easter morning was celebrated with the neighborhood egg hunt. Parents stash eggs in a meadow nearby, a dozen per child, and then kids are let loose at 9:00. The toddlers get a few minutes lead, thank goodness, as the hunt gets pretty intense once the whole crowd is involved. Peter focused quite intently on the task at hand, and (ahem) may have collected a couple more than the official dozen. Sammy did well, too, greatly assisted by the kindly angel in the form of Charles' and Jenny's oldest daughter, Meg, who kept an eye out for the little ones and placed treats in their paths.

The last egg hunt (so far) was orchestrated by Peter, who wanted his own turn at being the one to hide eggs. He and I tucked eggs in and around our backyard, with Peter delighting equally in figuring out unusual places to place eggs and complementing me on my own stratagems. Since Sammy was still taking his nap, it fell to Alan to hunt for the eggs, which he did with great good humor.

(Hopefully, pictures will follow...)