She and my father live across the street from the city park in a small town in central Wisconsin that has many "goings on" all through out the year such as band concerts, family reunions, the Tator Trot 10k run/walk, ice skating, weddings, and of course, the annual Easter Egg Hunt.
Today is Easter and yesterday was the infamous egg hunt.
I'll set the stage for you... it's been a long, cold winter with a LOT of snow. Every time the weatherman comes on TV he's reporting 2, 5, 9 inches of snowfall. Some of it has melted, but not much. On Friday when I talked to her she said the park department had been across the street that day with the equipment they use to groom the snowmobile trails. She said it was funny watching them as they made paths through the snow throughout the park so the children could run on the trails to find their eggs at their annual egg hunt.
When she called yesterday she was laughing as she told me what happened. The children all gathered for the big event and unfortunately it started to rain. So they were all running along the trails through the snow, hunting for eggs and holding umbrellas to keep dry. Then the rain turned to snow. Big fluffy, wet flakes, coming down heavy and thick. It made me laugh to picture the kids with umbrellas in one hand, Easter baskets in the other, as they ran around the park in a snow storm looking for colored eggs. The part I loved best was hearing the delight in my mother's voice as she shared the story.
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