Back when I lived at Mansfield, The Easter Bunny came to visit us. But unlike the normal egg hiding Easter Bunny, this Easter Bunny hid beer all over the backyard. We all grabbed Easter baskets and scrambled through the backyard finding beers tucked into flower pots, hidden in patio furniture, secreted by plants.
Choruses of "I found one!" resounded. After much laughing, 23 bottles were unearthed. But where was the 24th? We started to get serious. Looking in the pool filter. Was it taped up under the diving board? Had The Easter Bunny climbed the back wall? We searched everywhere for the missing beer.
So finally we interrogated The Easter Bunny.
"C'mon, where is it?" we asked.
"I don't know," she answered. "It's hard to remember where I stashed every one. Plus I have no idea where you found the ones you got!"
She had a point. And The Easter Bunny looked innocent enough. So we gave up the chase and drank our delicious treats.
And that night, as I got ready for bed, I went to close the window in my bedroom. As I cranked the handle for it to close, it got stuck. I cranked again. Not moving. So I opened the door to my poolhouse, went outside and pulled the last beer from inside the window.
"I found it!" I called out into the yard.
Lady A. laughed from her room across the pool. Mr. F. yelled, "Nice!"
And all was right in the world.
Today, the Easter Beer Hunt lives on. After we enjoy our potluck Easter dinner, The Easter Bunny will scurry outside as we hole up inside and promise not to peek. Then we'll search for hidden treasure.
What traditions do you enjoy around this time of year?
3 years ago