An egg tree is my only concession to Easter this year. I may relent and boil and paint an egg for my youngest. He likes to eat them. He does not like chocolate so no Easter bunny for him.
My sister Jenny paints very pretty eggs. Mine aren't. I find I am not a decorative painter, to my economic deficit. This year I painted a fish egg, a dragon head, and a black ship, the sort sent by Millard Fillmore to force the opening of Japan.
The Japanese gobbled up Christmas and Halloween but have left Easter alone. I don't blame them. They have the cherry blossoms. It is the finest sort of spring celebration. That and the vernal equinox visit to the family graves. Enough.
