From the Burrow of the Easter Bunny

My dearest …,

I have been up since the middle of the night, and I am covered in paint, and I could not be happier about it. Every egg I hid this morning was hidden on purpose, in a place chosen for one particular person: .

Here is something worth knowing about eggs. For a very long time, long before anybody painted one, people have used them to mean the same thing: that something can look finished and closed and still have a whole life inside it. That is what I am really leaving in your garden, . The chocolate is a bonus.

You should know that winter always feels permanent while it is happening. Every single year the world looks like it has given up, and every single year it turns out to have been getting ready the whole time. The bulbs were working the entire way through. Nobody saw it, but it was happening.

So go and look in the awkward places. Look low down and behind things. I hid one somewhere genuinely difficult because I have watched you think, , and I do not believe in making it too easy for you.

Hop carefully and look everywhere,
with love from the meadow —

The Easter Bunny

Keeper of the Spring Morning

P.S. — If you find one in about June that I clearly forgot, that was not a mistake. That was a late one, left on purpose, for a day when you needed it.