Filling colored plastic eggs with candy, hiding eggs outside in the yard against a backdrop of yellow Forsythia bushes and new green grass, still the only colors against a still gray landscape. Hiding some eggs in easy, visible places and hiding some intentionally obscured with last falls unraked leaves.

Remembering when I was the one doing the finding instead of the hiding. Decades ago, when I was shorter in stature, closer to the ground and able to easily detect an egg hidden just inside a rain gutter. And, since memories are well preserved in my mind, it's easy to stand back and be the hider and not the finder. Watching children and their friends making their own Easter memories makes simple traditions so worthwhile..