Egg Hunt

I get very excited at Easter. I want to fuck like a bunny.

It's understandable really.

Saxon pagans celebrated the goddess of the spring equinox and the rebirth of the land symbolized by the egg. It was generally a time of great revelry and fucking.

Like many a great pagan knees up, the Christians came along, hijacked it, and stopped all of the revelry and fucking. Killjoys!

Easter is BIG in Norway.

It is a family holiday and many people spend time in their mountain huts, cross country skiing, and partaking in family celebrations, games and traditions. The whole country shuts down for a week, not that we foreigners can tell the difference from a normal week.

Murder mysteries are a very popular modern Norwegian Easter television viewing tradition. This year there are 2 new episodes of Poirot on over the weekend. It is Good Friday and I am already contemplating murder. In our family this would not present a mystery to anyone.

Norwegians, like many cultures, are very keen on decorating eggs for Easter. Mrs. BB’s clan is no exception. We are at the family mountain hytte doing some serious Easter stuff, in very "pagan-centric" surroundings!

Egg painting and the egg hunt are all part of a rich tradition that goes way back.

This part of Easter makes me particularly horny. It makes the Saxon bit of my Anglo Saxon DNA throb. I make plans to do some serious hunting for Mrs. BBs eggs tonight, I’ll give them a good spring decoration.

I pray to the spring goddess for a blessing of abundance.

Beaverboosh