The air in Meadowing was filled with excitement, a special event was about to start. The scent of fresh grass and spring flowers was floating in the breeze, mixed with the sound of children’s laughter. It was that time of year again, the egg hunt; a cherished tradition that Zuleika refused to miss. She was not much of a painter, nor had the patience for it. Stiffing still for too long made her feel restless, and fine, delicate brushwork ? Absolutely not her st...