Our Easter Tradition is to go down to the Olsen Farm the Saturday before Easter. We eat, hunt for eggs, "read" Grandma Olsen's Easter eggs (to bring the true meaning of Easter to the festivities she has written out the scriptures leading up to the Savior's resurrection and placed them in plastic eggs with symbols that the scripture represents - which we take turns reading), and crash. This year we ate subway sandwiches, Heidi's yummy deviled eggs, Kathleen's traditional potato salad, and I made the Summer Berry Delight. In my next post I'll add the crashing part of our Easter...
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I thought this was such a dainty way to find eggs.
Aunt Heidi, Ashylnn and Uncle Rhett.
2 comments:
Being able to take your kids to the farm whenever they want out at Grandparents place is so you. Its such a Rachel thing to do. Its nice giving our kids something permanent in life. There is comfort in that. It looks like a fun Easter.
I am so glad to hear from you! I can't wait to hear about Hawaii!!!
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