Little by little, decorating for Easter is getting done.
Usually by now, the Easter egg bush, full of color and whimsy, is festooning the front yard.
A collection of Ukrainian eggs, all gifts from my dear long-time friend, Patti, has grown by leaps and bounds.
These eggs are precious because they are real!
The designs on them astound with their beauty.
One slip in the hand, however, and they would be history. (Just like Humpty Dumpty who had a great fall.)
So I've decided to keep the Ukrainian eggs behind glass and just go with the wooden ones in a glass dish on the front hall table.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT UKRAINIAN EGGS?