There is plenty of snow on the ground in Montana this spring and I am sure that parents are already making contingency plans for Easter Egg hunts. Will pale colored eggs be camouflaged by wet snow? Will those chocolate bunnies freeze? Should we just call it a day and make indoor plans?
    I thought back to the years of dyeing eggs with my children - the fun, the mess, the left over hard boiled eggs that lost their appeal by Monday afternoon. For many of us, the joy and chaos of an Easter Egg hunt ushers in Spring - snow or not.
    The days of organizing these festivities is behind me. But the joy of seeing beautiful eggs never disappears. These days I find magic in the eggs that come straight from Mother Nature. Speckled or plain, pink, blue, green, large and small…..I am always fascinated by what I see everyday.
    My neighbor, Mery, brings me fresh eggs every week. Occasionally I find an egg that is just too beautiful to break. The little blue one in this photo sits in a special dish in the refrigerator. I check in on it every morning while I grab some of the larger ones. I don’t think I have ever held on to an egg before. This one is different. So for as long as this spring snow lingers, that precious little egg will stay put. There are no plans for its future other than to look at it everyday, be grateful, and smile.

Wishing you a very Happy Easter.
~Nancy