|"Hope you had lots of eggs for Easter."|
|"Hope the kids didn't steal your eggs."|
By the time my children came along, the process of dying eggs had somehow lost its luster, and I don't remember that they thought it was fun.
Today, I am happily free of the eggs and the dye. I made hot cross buns instead. But -- I still remember that once upon a time it was fun to dye eggs on the Saturday afternoon before Easter. KW
[The messages on the back of the postcards seem to indicate that the children on the farm enjoyed a lively Easter game of finding hidden eggs -- and also stealing them from others.]