Just before Easter some 20 years ago in Savannah, one of my kindergartners and his mom approached me with eager smiles. "You have such fun earrings," she said. "When I saw these, I thought of you!"
They have been my Easter earrings ever since, worn to egg hunts and church services, and removed as soon as possible. Cute, but lacking in comfort.
I took one photo of the bunnies romping among the baby lettuce in a pot on our deck, and another of them nestled among dyed eggs in a basket. As big as my ears!
Eggs and bunnies, ancient symbols of spring and rebirth.