This year four dozen eggs came to the end of their life in boiling water upon our stove.  4 dozen large eggs who had to become beautiful works of art before Easter morning.

They fulfilled their destinies, reds, yellows, blues, greens, oranges, and purples beside their double and triple dipped friends.  Some of them with a few clear wax designs drawn on, most without.  The wax crayon, as always, broke part way through the second egg.  

Yet, we drew on.  And dipped, and soaked, and held this egg halfway into the dye until it was the perfect shade, the dipping the other side in to make a multicolored beauty.

It was late when Tony and I sat down to dye eggs, the rest of the house was quiet.  We experimented with various techniques, only by the end going back to our normal method of dropping them in and letting them soak as long as possible.

Nearing the end of our task, I let one soak for a long, long time, and the color was the true deep color that is always in the pictures on the box.  (See the ones on the left?  Those are mainly the long soakers.  We talked and dyed, discussing our plans for Easter Sunday.  Breakfast and baskets with my family, first.  Yes, Mom, I mean the Easter Bunny, still leaves baskets for us.  Then, off to his family to see his parents, nephew and sister for dinner and family time.

We got home, settled into bed, snuggling under two comforters as it was an oddly cold Easter.  Before long we drifted off, dreaming of eggs, bunnies, and chocolate, in preparation of going back into real life where there is no time for dyeing eggs and eating too much chocolate. Our fingers still slightly tinged with color from the shells of our mini works of arts, plastic grass clinging to the floor in a spot or two, we ended or day as we began.
Smile, 
Suzy Smith