Few things will signify Easter Sunday morning to me the way panoramic sugar eggs do. I'm not sure what it is (to this day) that thrills me about their small dioramas, but how I so loved to hold and peek into the tiny world of sugar chicks, geese and bunnies. The mere fact of their exquisite existence was wonderful and beyond my comprehension skills--how does this come to be, so lovely and perfect? Holding and smelling the sugar egg while admiring the gorgeous intricate frosting art, they were, without a doubt, my favorite part of the day. I have always been a sucker for detail. Alas, I haven't seen one of these beauties in years.
This day the sun is shining, birds chirping, the cathedral bells outside my window are dancing, and coffee is about to brew--hope you have a lovely holiday as well!