From the Hearth: The Easter the Dog Won the Egg Hunt

Some Easter memories stay with us because they were beautiful.

Others stay because they made us laugh until our sides hurt.

One year when I was younger, we dyed dozens of Easter eggs, in every soft spring shade we could imagine—pink, lavender, pale blue, sunshine yellow. I imagine they looked so cheerful tucked into the grass and beneath the flowers, waiting for the children to find them.

What we had not planned for was the family German Shepherd.

Before the hunt had begun, that sweet rascal had discovered every hidden egg outside and made quick work of them. We were left with empty grass, a very satisfied dog, and the kind of family laughter that becomes part of the story forever.

But spring has a way of giving gifts we never expected.

As my younger cousin and I wandered the yard and edges of the woods, we began spotting them—little honeycombed treasures pushing up through the leaves. Morel mushrooms. One here, then another, and another, until before long we had gathered baskets full.

The eggs may have been lost to the dog that year, but the woods gave us something even more memorable.

That Easter has stayed with me not because it was perfect, but because it was real—messy, joyful, and full of surprises. It reminds me that sometimes the most cherished memories come from the moments that do not go according to plan.

From our hearth to yours, may your spring be filled with laughter, little surprises, and blessings hidden where you least expect them.

Granny B~