Lost traditions.

This morning, my wife and I went shopping and I was not only surprised but also disappointed in finding that our local supermarket was already selling Easter eggs.

I have fond memories of spending Easter at my grandparents place. Searching through their garden, which to my brother and I was like a vast mysterious jungle, for Easter treats that my grandmother had previously hidden. Christmas and Easter were special times.

Nowadays you can buy anything at anytime of the year and I think it is rather sad.