I remember hunting eggs when I was a kid.
We hunted the good old fashioned hard boiled eggs.
No plastic candy filled eggs for us.
We’d hide them and hunt them until they were rotten.
And there were always a few that we could never find…
…until several days later…
…when we would be retrieving a ball from the monkey grass and the smell would knock us over.
Or my Dad would hit it with the lawn mower…that never went over well.
This year my girls will hunt plastic candy filled eggs.
They will hunt until their baskets are full.
Then they will sit and open up each one to see what kind of candy it holds.
That’s when the trading of candy will begin.
And a few of the eggs won’t be found.
They will discover them days later buried in the monkey grass.
They will find them by the ant trail that is now eating their candy.
And the lawn mower is sure to turn up a few.
But there will be not horrid smells.
Just shreds of plastic egg thrown all over the yard.
And they’ll have their own set of memories…
…that they’ll look back on and smile!
Tomorrow I am a part of a great series that Angie from The Country Chic Cottage is hosting.
The spaces so far are just AMAZING!
Life to the full!