When I was a kid, our neighbours always had an outdoor Easter egg hunt. We didn’t. I was so jealous, but my parents wouldn’t budge. That is their tradition, not ours. Fast forward 4 decades, and my Mom hides plastic eggs filled with chocolate eggs around her yard. In the daffodils, crooks of trees, under shrubs. Even in an empty bird’s nest. She has a list for each kid to check off as they find each colour. I know that I look forward to this new tradition more than anyone.