Grampa's candy hunt

After the Easter service at church and the Easter dinner at home, we settled into a family activity that has become a tradition... Grampa's candy hunt. He carefully loads our "acre and a third, m/l" with chocolates (mostly) and assorted hard candy. The grand kids, armed with bags, comb the grounds in search of the treasure. Then, there is a super prize - this year a solid chocolate bunny for the person who spotted the half dollar coin hidden in the yard as well.

It would seem that this many people, searching for candy in one backyard could find every thing, right?


Oh, how wrong you are.

Imagine my excitement. Tuesday, I'm surveying the garden, contemplating the work to get it ready for planting season. In the droopy, long grass at the fence line, I spy this...


Chocolate! Mmmmmm.

Knowing how interested all of you would be in my moment of chocolate pleasure, I wait to open it until I have carefully recorded this with my camera.
Finally the moment has arrived.

I open the egg... ugh. Double ugh. Jolly Ranchers.


They are still sitting on the counter. Good thing Easter is about so much more than candy - right?

For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; and that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures. I Corinthians 15:3,4