When I was little we used to go visit the relatives in Pennsylvania at Easter. We’d always get big coconut eggs but we didn’t get our real Easter baskets until we got home. There were usually flowers blooming in PA. It was a lot more spring-like than where we lived in upstate NY. We had Easter hats and dresses.
I knew the Easter bunny was real. Mom and Dad were with us in Pennsylvania. The door was locked and no one was home but the Easter bunny got in anyway. Because he was Magic.
I wasn’t suspicious when Dad had to go inside the house first to check to see if the bunny had come. Childhood innocence is a wonderful thing.
Here are two festive eggs to go along with that touching story. I had some trouble with the bunny egg. There must have been a crack or pin hole because after the first few dips in the dye it developed little white spots. I got a tip from other Pysankers to unplug the hole, let the egg dry out, then freeze the egg for a few minutes and quickly reseal the hole. The cold air gets trapped inside the egg and is forced out through whatever tiny crack there is keeping the dye from seeping into the egg. Speaking of magic…Yay science! Yay Pysanky Nerds! It worked.