Phyllis Britt

Phyllis Britt

We delayed an Easter egg hunt until last Tuesday because of the rain on Easter Sunday.

Grandchildren Cade and Payton were finally able to participate in this long-standing tradition as the skies cleared, and the weather was perfect for such a spring outdoor activity.

Because of the situation we all find ourselves in right now, I had not bought as much Easter candy as I usually do. Realize that I still try to prepare an Easter basket for each of my family members – all seven grandchildren, all three children and their spouses, and even my long-suffering husband, Tom. (I say long-suffering because he has, for 48 years and counting, put up with my excesses during certain holidays, the major ones being Halloween, Christmas and Easter.)

As a result of our trying to minimize our exposure to the world, by the time I prepared an Easter basket for each family, I had no more candy. So we did the next best thing. We filled all the Easter eggs for hunting with money – coins, to be specific. (We have been dropping loose coins into a huge Coca-Cola bank pretty much since we married. Of course, when my kids were teens, one in particular would regularly raid the bank, so it isn’t the treasure trove you might think.)

Tom had a great idea to make it more interesting for these kids who are old enough to be too savvy for the typical egg hunt. Cade got a metal detector for Christmas and hadn’t had much chance to use it. Tom buried all the eggs in the pine straw and in bushes that afforded good cover, thus requiring the metal detector for many.

Cade and Payton took turns with the metal detector and quickly discovered a problem unforeseen by us. I’m guessing the problem was that the metal coins were surrounded by the plastic of the eggs, and as a result the detector only worked if it was directly over an egg and if you held it almost still once you heard the first, faint blip.

Cade decided he could find eggs quicker by searching around in the pine straw in places that seemed to be logical hiding places. Payton was determined to see it through with the metal detector but quickly tired of the endeavor.

At that point Tom figured he’d take over with the detector, since he was the one who had hidden the eggs in the first place. However, having expected the effort with the metal detector would be a piece of cake, my husband had not carefully noted where he had hidden the eggs.

So he set forth, trying to guess where he had put the 76 – count them, 76 – plastic eggs.

Now you’d think that 20 minutes after hiding the eggs you’d remember where you had placed most of them. Well, I would think that, anyway.

Even at the ages of 12 and 10, my grandchildren tired of this effort after a while. They were ready to rejoin the electronic age within about 20 minutes.

As you might guess, even with Cade’s searching without aids, even with Payton’s determination with the metal detector, even with Tom’s take-over, knowing about where the eggs were hidden, they didn’t find all 76 eggs.

When they totaled up their finds, they only had about 60 eggs. Payton and Cade were of the mind that was “close enough for government work,” so to speak.

I suggested the silver lining is that when all the foliage dies away in the fall, they can look forward to several serendipitous finds.

And if some of the eggs aren’t found in the fall, so what. There was no candy to melt during the summer in any of the eggs. So it will just mean I’ll have a head start next year. I can hide 15 or 16 fewer eggs than I would normally.

Happy Easter 2020. Here’s hoping next year’s Easter find us back to “normal,” whatever that may be.