Sunday, 31 March 2024
March 31
we boil and dye the eggs. i let you choose two from the paper carton. not the powder blue of a 1960 Cadillac. not the purple one, of course not! the pink one could have used another 60 seconds in the dye but we will keep her. the half celery half cucumber is a unique look and took a steady hand. you take your time, inspecting the beauty in them all, then roll one into my palm. we crack and peel the shells off. shake a little salt... and voila! #katyamills
Labels:
easter,
easter egg,
poem,
poetry,
writing
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