More brown Easter Eggs

When we lived in England I couldn't find white hen's eggs. One day before Easter we found duck eggs at the Wednesday in Sudbury. I was so happy to have white eggs to paint for Easter. When I got home I started to put them in our fridge and dropped them on the floor and they ALL broke. I was so unhappy. So, what was there to do but decorate brown eggs. I had never tried that before. I rather liked them and managed to use a few brown eggs almost every year since. When my youngest daughter, Polly, was very little, she loved to eat soft boiled eggs every morning for breakfast. We shopped at our local farmer's market. Her favorite stall was the "egg man". He used to save double-yolked eggs for her. Boy, did she like those.