Tell me a story

Easter bunnies and eggs and chocolate candy . . . oh my!

Deviled eggs and painted eggs and candy eggs  . . .  my oh my!

Easter shoes and Easter toys and Easter services . . .

In the long history of humanity, the one thing we never quit allowing to evolve is celebrating.  Every year it gets a little bigger, a little better and generally a little sweeter - until the stories of the dawn goddess Eostre and hares reproducing without compromising their virginity and the return of spring, and the mysteries of eggs are all tantalizingly mixed up with the resurrection of the Christian Savior.

I love the Cadbury eggs almost as much as the stories.