All of us at home are waiting already for Spring, for Eastern. In my childhood I was waiting for the sprinklers, we painted eggs for them and, and later I despatched my sons onto their way to sprinkle the girls. They came always home with many, many red eggs. When I had my own home, I put limbs into vases and ornated them with nicely painted eggs. This time here is my egg tree made of stamps. I have limbs of golden rain ornated with twelve eggs made of Hungarian Eastern stamps.