It’s odd how some traditions fall away when your children get older. And so it was weird when I was out walking the dog to get hit with a memory of Easter thanks to an overpowering scent of vineager. That’s because vineager is what helps those colored dyes stick to the eggs.
The very dye that stains fingers and furniture, no matter how much newspaper is put down.
And while none of the eggs ever looked like the picture above, they all were works of art. Works that were hidden in the backyard, destroyed for breakfast and, later, turned into deviled eggs for dinner.
Until next time.