We gathered at the farm, 3 generations. Mother and Father, the kids, and the grandkids. A selection at least. If we had all been there with significant others, there would be 19 of us. Mother had set several card tables against each other and the dining room table in the living room to make room for the 11 of us. The table is set with lace and decorated with forsythia and pussywillows in vases. In a basket in the center are the eggs we have all been coloring the past couple of days. I've always wanted to try vegetable colors. The red cabbage eggs came out a bright blue, the turmuric eggs a warm yellow, but the red beet eggs are a muddy red, not the bright red I had hoped for.
After a dinner of nut loaf (my brother, Roland and Sharon are vegetarian), salad, and baked sweet potatoes, came the basket game. Mother had prepared easter baskets for all, with easter candy and little knitted finger gnomes. One by one each of us took one of the others baskets and hid them outside. Then we all went out at once to look for our baskets. Meghann found hers right away, as if she had seen Sharon hide it. Sharon took it and hid it again. There were many good hiding places: Mother's was up a tree, my nephew, Beren's was in the old bathtub lying on it's side, Sharon's was behind a bale of hay, mine was covered with shovels and garden tools and so on. Even though it was cold and a little snow was blowing in the air, we had a blast!
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