Easter and spring are my favorite seasons. And not just because of the yellow daffodils and the delicious chocolate Easter bunnies that are on the table during this time. Even now, when I’m almost eighty years old, an Easter basket belongs on the table at this time of year. Brigitta used to hide this from me. But now that the apartment has become smaller, I would probably find the nest too quickly…

I still remember the time when my brother and I went looking for the Easter basket on our grandparents’ farm. A farm has possibilities for hundreds of hiding places and our uncle had fun hiding the nests so that we had to search for at least half a day. When we were older, the search went beyond the farm and into the forest that belonged to our grandfather. GPS didn’t exist back then and so the search took hours.

What a treat it was when, after a long search, we found the nest and were able to bite off the chocolate bunny’s ears. In the evening there was an «egg-dinner» on the farm. It was a time when not only the Easter bunnies but also the chickens had a lot to do. It was a beautiful and unforgettable time…