Elaine Meinel Supkis
Easter is coming and Russia got a special gift this week---pink snow.
Mother Nature can be playful. Snow is fun if you don't have to shovel it.
Snow is also pretty. Trees and bushes are bare in the cold winter wind. But snow is like a warm fur coat to them. The oak tree and the pine tree flirt with the wind and shower the snow on the ground.
Sparky, my horse, loves snow. He comes from a long line of horses born in the Alps, Europe's highest mountains. When it snows, he gallops and prances and the wind blows his tail like a white flag.
I have some hens that lay colored eggs. They are blue. They can't lay red eggs. So the Easter Bunny has to color them, himself.
The Easter Bunny didn't color the snow. Scientists say, the snow flakes grew around red dust from Mongolia. Mongolia is a very dry desert and many dinosaur bones have been found there, buried in the red rocks. Most of the dinosaur eggs we see in museums are found there.
The Easter Bunny must have forgotten to deliver them, didn't he?