Easter symbolizes new life. April the giraffe finally had her offspring. What will people talk about now?
Easter egg hunts, as a child, were fun–with real, dyed, hard-boiled eggs. There were more than a few belly aches, from consuming too many.
Of course, a few hidden eggs were never found. Those not found, were left to be scavenged by critters. If there were anything that would eat foul-smelling, rotten, hard-boiled eggs.
The giant warehouse store wasn’t crowded Saturday. The mall was, however. Hope everyone had a Happy Easter weekend. It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Should I dare wish everyone a Happy Monday?