I’ll just trot out my old Easter Beagle button that I’ve used before, along with a new photo of the bunny from the last Easter basket my mother ever gave me (it was in the early 2000s so clearly I was an adult, but you can’t be too old for an Easter basket or a parent’s kindness–and speaking of a parent’s kindness, some of these eggs were gifts from my mother-in-law, many of which she made herself).
Oh after being woken up by the technology’s UPS alarm shrieking like a little brat in a high chair over a few seconds of power failures, I finally went back to sleep and dreamed about plastic egg hunts on the childhood army base playground with pastel colored wrappings of chocolates.
Today’s Peanuts cartoon strip has a grand entrance, and I like your basket of bunnies and egg :). I wish people wouldn’t feel so taboo for those things, like the springtime brunches of DC’s bonnets a kin to a crowd of Hat Sisters.
Apparently, in the desert fair grounds here, there will be an Adult Egg Hunt with Adult prizes, bands playing Adult music(!!??!!) and Adult drinks (so, “I guess no rootbeer floats sweetie?” asks Snoopy). For a desert that’s not the hippest place to be, that’s trying to be?
I did not realize until today that dyed Easter eggs are more of a U.S. thing and lots of people in other countries have no idea we have this custom.
The closest I ever got to those colored eggs off that army base was the Cadbury’s Cream Eggs. Those Brits also had pastel colored foil on mini chocolates shaped as eggs too, as well as the toy inside a hollowed chocolate egg shell. The Americanized baskets, toys and plastic eggs containing things just wasn’t much of a thing back then, and neither was Trick or Treating during Halloween as is now.