Hunting for Eggs

After services at the United Methodist Church, there was an Easter egg hunt open to the community.   It was to be held outside, but Lois, who organized the event, took one look at the sodden lawn, and decided it would have to be held inside.  That meant that every room, including the choir room, Sunday school rooms, the church, the kitchen and the library held bright plastic eggs.

During the church services, those eggs caused a certain amount of restlessness on the part of the children, who had already taken a look around.  Still, they behaved themselves well, as did my grandson Evan, who was there, too.  My choir did an anthem with the bell choir and another an old favorite.  For the hymns, I played the piano to Deb's organ.  I think I never play the piano with so much enthusiasm as when Evan is there. I hope he'll remember that his grandmother had some talent in years to come.

Vera, who has been singing with the choir for 75 years, was the recipient of the first daffodil bouquet from my garden.  From now on, until I leave on tour, there will be a bouquet each Sunday for some member of the congregation.  It's always a welcome surprise to someone.

Then it was time.  Each child was to find seven eggs and turn them in for prizes, and Evan quickly did that.  But then it was discovered that there were so many more eggs than the children could find.  Most of them left after winning their prizes, but Evan and his mother Tisha asked if they could help find all the rest.  They stayed until every one of them was found and returned to the boxes in the church library.  They enjoyed the hunt more than winning the prize.

Then at home, after our dinner, they decided to help me take the plastic eggs off the shrubs and find the ones that had blown off in the high winds.  They were off on another hunt in the warm spring sun.   Evan even noticed that one of the eggs had gone under the deck and went in after it.  He and his daddy played catch with one of the presents the Easter bunny had left. We talked about taking a walk, but never got around to it.

Of all the Easters I've lived through, this may have been the most pleasant.