Happy Easter! Dying eggs has been a big tradition for my family. Usually we each dye 1 dozen. That means 7 dozen to hide and eat. Funny, my first year in Iowa I bought eggs to dye with Abe. We didn't get to it and his sisters beat me to it. I felt bad that I didn't get to dye them slightly but they blew out the eggs and decorated only the shells. I was mortified. This is not how we celebrate Easter! That meant no hardboiled eggs with season salt, no deviled eggs, no egg salad sandwiches. I cried. Easter was ruined. My poor roommate offered here 3 eggs in the fridge to me. Makes me laugh now. This year it didn't seem like such a big deal. I must have been pretty homesick. I never knew eggs = Easter to me before that.
I posted these pictures to remind myself that even though we had a light layer of snow this morning (Happy Easter and Spring!) it isn't nearly as bad as it was. Maybe spring is coming, after all. I sure hope so!