The Easter egg tree was just a sapling, maybe three feet high depending on how many eggs there were, affixed to a board or stuck in a pot of sand to keep it upright. Tasha hung decorated Easter eggs from the branches, ranging in size from goose eggs and chicken eggs to bantam and dove eggs.
Tasha’s cooking, always excellent, excelled on Easter Sunday. The feast was a highpoint of spring, and always a happy time. The longer days and the garden preparing to burst into life, the cool yet promising spring air carrying scents of earth and sunshine, an excellent meal and cheerful conversation all vividly marked the coming year.