from a sugar
bush friend Linda who had an
Easter Story much like Grant and Eric's Mom.
I lived on a ranch in far
west Texas as a little girl, and I had no playmates or brothers or
sisters to hunt Easter eggs with, so my mother had a
better solution. In the spring at Easter time, West Texas
is covered with beautiful wildflowers. Texas has
thousands of different native wildflowers and most of
them bloom over those mountains and canyons in March and
April. The day before Easter, my mother and I would walk
over the pastures, gathering different flowers. Then we
would weave them into a nest for the Easter Bunny,
placing the nest in the corner of the yard. Each Easter
morning, my wildflower nest was filled with colored eggs.
But, one very special morning, I ran out to the yard to
see what the Easter Bunny had left me, and I found a nest
full of baby kittens. I was 3 years old, and I believed
for many years that those little kittens were my Easter
present from that old Bunny.