Every year we dye Easter eggs. No matter how many or few kids we have at home, we always do this. In a word, it’s “Tradition!”. In many ways it’s like making Christmas cookies, it never gets old. So caught up are we in the creative process that time stands still. So on Good Friday after a time of contemplation and wonder we came home to home-made soup and fresh bread followed by the art of dyeing Easter eggs.
It is an amazing process of watching something beautiful emerge from a plain, white, hard-boiled egg. Enjoy this trip through our process!