In stillness, we find treasure
Spring may have sprung but most of my yard is still hidden under inches of snow. This year’s Easter egg hunt will have to be indoors.
For three generations, our yard has been the site of an annual hunt. One hunt, however, stands out more vividly than the rest.
Our daughter was about four, the only girl and the youngest of the five children hunting for eggs independently. In those days, my in-laws owned the house and my father-in-law, as he had traditionally done, concocted a riddle to end the hunt. To find the Easter treasure, a sack of golden-covered chocolate coins encased in a golden mesh bag, the children needed to solve the riddle.
We all gathered around to listen to the riddle. The moment my father-in-law finished reading the rhyme, the boys ran off, helter-skelter, seizing on any clue that was even remotely connected to solving the puzzle.
