tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14468282.post2338565867756871034..comments2024-03-13T03:59:42.108-05:00Comments on Daily Blog: We Bought a Farm: Easter egger with NEW friendsWendi Kitsteinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05515018912328000746noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14468282.post-58991030002767481652017-04-13T21:00:39.129-05:002017-04-13T21:00:39.129-05:00Just so you know. . . I grew up in TN, and the adu...Just so you know. . . I grew up in TN, and the adults of my childhood hid the eggs!!! I just took my grandchildren to an egg hunt at our church on Wednesday night, and the eggs were scattered across the grass as you described, and, of course, it was no "hunt" at all! As a child, I remember finding eggs up high maybe in a knot of a tree, tucked inside items within the yard, or even under a clump of grass slightly turned up and placed back over an egg on the ground. So fun! In my creaky senior citizen voice, I say that we try to make everything too easy for the younger generation and cheat them of fun and, in more serious concerns, a chance to grow! So glad that your four get to enjoy the real fun of an egg hunt!swisherhousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11647136103884207716noreply@blogger.com