I need to fill my world with beauty and music this Easter Sunday. And Easter eggs, of course! No, I know these aren’t square, so perhaps I should say eggs squared. Not scrambled or fried, but possibly boiled. Or painted, like these lovely traditional Polish eggs I’ve owned since my very first visit to Poland. Thinking of my Polish family, my English family, my blogging friends, who might as well be family, and all of those I can’t be with today. God bless, and keep you!