I am reminded of Easter's past. My mom always made a great effort for holidays. Thanks Mom. I also remember my Uncle Bill eating hard boiled eggs and drinking beer. Sometimes Easter in Ohio is too cold to opens window, I'm just sayin.
I am concerned how holidays come and go now without the anticipation that made them so sweet. I guess it’s because we don’t have little kids in the house. I was going to dye eggs anyway, but we don’t like hard boiled eggs and I don’t know we just didn’t.
I miss the house full of kids and relatives and egg farts.