It was Easter time and you were painting some eggs that you’d hollowed out. You had taken them into the woods, along with your paint and had started painting them, inspired by the spring time flowers.
As you painted, you were humming to yourself, enjoying the nature around you. Once you were done with an egg, you would tie it to a low hanging tree branch to let it dry. You had painted dozens of eggs by midday and you were surrounded.
You paused in your painting and watched as the breeze blew the eggs gently. It was a beautiful sight.
“These are the most beautiful eggs I’ve ever seen. Beside my own.” a soft Australian voice said. You didn’t even look around.
“Thank you. They were all inspired by nature. It’s just too bad that I