Tradition dictates each Easter Sunday the family gathers at the farm and the younger generation partakes in an Easter Egg hunt, put on by my parents. I remember clearly when it was the nieces and nephews who searched for the plastic eggs, and now it is their children mainly, the great-grandchildren of my parents, who do the looking.
I, of course, attend with my camera in hand, hoping to get some great shots. And the kids can be a blast. The weather was gorgeous, and the kids fun.