Yo. Those eggs aren't even hidden! Not even close. The best thing about easter was the mission to find the hidden eggs. Sometimes they would pop up days (or years later).

Every year we would go to my great-aunt's house in Pasadena. There were 6 kids who were 6 years apart and then a couple babies and a couple older ones. We would be inside and do food. Really great food. Really really really great food. Honey baked hams and jello and green bean casserole with smokey goat cheese and bacon things and stuff. And pies. 6 or 7 different pies. Easter was the day that side of our family got together. Christmas and Thanksgiving was reserved for closer family members.

Then we would all line up, take a photo, and race out the back door. They had a back balcony with a old school wooden cabin / dollhouse thing. I don't know what to call it. It's like a children's house but not one of those plastic ones. It was built in years and years ago. Then wrapped around the back there were orange trees and plants and patio furniture and ivy creeping up on the far side of the back balcony and all sorts of fun hiding spots.

We would find them for hours. The parents would sit and watch and drink and cheer us on and help up find the ones that were hiding in light fixtures and too high for us to reach. A couple of times we found ones that were actually hidden the year before. We noticed that some of the eggs were quite light in color or dirty or contained candy that "the easter bunny" hadn't purchased that year. Our parents started checking after this happened a couple times - although I don't think little candies go bad.

Then we would open them up and see what amazingness we had obtained. We would trade candies we didn't like for those we did and make sure the parents didn't steal our loot while we weren't looking. That side of my family is filled with teachers and thusly used every opportunity to teach us new things. Early on we learned about colors via the eggs and later we would organize the candies by size or shape or color. We would graph them and see how our look held up against each other. I remember sitting around a Windows 95 computer with my uncle as he made different charts in excel using our data. And we would scream, "no choose that one! Those colors are prettier." Or, "Hey, he got way more chocolates that me!"

Your photos though. Fuck. You just throw eggs on a grass surface and call it easter egg hunting? Pshhh...