Dyeing and hunting Easter eggs is one of my favorite of the Old-Country tradtions I’ve passed on to my children. On Friday afternoon, we colored four-dozen hard-boiled eggs, and those that made it to Saturday without being dropped or eaten became the booty in the big hunt. Yesterday was by far the most beautiful weather I’ve seen on any Easter weekend since I moved to Sweden (apart from the wind, which is giving me Twin Falls, Idaho flashbacks), and we made a family event of watching Tage and Petra scour Farmor and Farfar’s yard for brightly colored treasures.