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We went up to Scott's aunt and uncle's house today for a pre-Easter dinner. Traditionally, his family does a massive easter egg hunt (like, 50+ people; we only had about 12 or 15) where all ages take place (the younger you are, the earlier you go out).
So we did. First, the adults had to hide the eggs (which were plastic eggs filled with treats) of course; but then we got to search (with the expectation we wouldn't 'find' our own hiding-spots).
Let me tell you, his family is devilish. There were easter eggs down snake holes, easter eggs tucked under the wood fence where it rose with the land, easter eggs on the fence, easter eggs in the middle of rose bushes, easter eggs on the sheet metal (under the deck, to keep the rain from dripping through to the porch below but not trap it on the deck above - it runs down to the end of the deck almost and drips on the dirt).
There were easter eggs tucked into bushes and trees, set on chairs. Some were obvious (two searchers were about 2 and 5, I'd say) and many were not. Of the ones that were spottable, not all were easy to retrieve (the middle of a rose bush; the sheet metal; Scott opened a bird feeder and set a bright pink egg atop the seed, then closed it again).
One of my hiding spots was among the last found (Scott finally tracked it down) even though it was at ground-height. I guess tucking a pale purple egg completely inside a dense bush covered in pale purple flowers, so that just tiny bits of the egg showed through the leaves, was mean?
Searching wasn't much fun. Hiding them and watching the other searchers, was. (Watching them try to deal with that bird feeder was a stitch.)
My allergies showed up; pity, but they did. Had fun before that, tho.
So we did. First, the adults had to hide the eggs (which were plastic eggs filled with treats) of course; but then we got to search (with the expectation we wouldn't 'find' our own hiding-spots).
Let me tell you, his family is devilish. There were easter eggs down snake holes, easter eggs tucked under the wood fence where it rose with the land, easter eggs on the fence, easter eggs in the middle of rose bushes, easter eggs on the sheet metal (under the deck, to keep the rain from dripping through to the porch below but not trap it on the deck above - it runs down to the end of the deck almost and drips on the dirt).
There were easter eggs tucked into bushes and trees, set on chairs. Some were obvious (two searchers were about 2 and 5, I'd say) and many were not. Of the ones that were spottable, not all were easy to retrieve (the middle of a rose bush; the sheet metal; Scott opened a bird feeder and set a bright pink egg atop the seed, then closed it again).
One of my hiding spots was among the last found (Scott finally tracked it down) even though it was at ground-height. I guess tucking a pale purple egg completely inside a dense bush covered in pale purple flowers, so that just tiny bits of the egg showed through the leaves, was mean?
Searching wasn't much fun. Hiding them and watching the other searchers, was. (Watching them try to deal with that bird feeder was a stitch.)
My allergies showed up; pity, but they did. Had fun before that, tho.
