Hand-dyed Easter eggs

Every Easter, I am taken back to my childhood in Russia. I remember my babushka [grandmother] starting to collect onion peels weeks before so there would be enough to colour dozens of eggs. Then, on Easter Sunday, little knocks on our front door would begin and my granny with a big bowl of beautifully coloured eggs would be at the ready, opening the door to hear the neighbourhood children chant, “Christ is risen!” To which she would reply, “Risen indeed!” and give them each an egg. That went on for hours. The design on the eggs I have here is so beautiful yet so simple to achieve. Even better, it’s completely natural.