When I was little, my mom and I would dye eggs for the basket that sat in our kitchen during Easter. First I’d make designs on the eggs with a wax crayon, which was specifically formulated so that you couldn’t see what you were drawing. I always loved watching a crudely formed ladybug or a badly misshapen rainbow revealed in the depths of the dye cup. No matter how neat the attempt, the result always looked like a drawing someone might discover in a long-forgotten cave. (“Look, Professor! It’s some kind of Paleolithic rabbit! And see? None of its limbs are attached to the body! Must be some ancient cultic ritual!”)
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The barest hint of fall color is showing in the trees. The big sugar maple in front of the post office is putting on its fall finery, and its colors will soon be echoed in the pumpkin patch across the street at the First Methodist Church.
