Not the picture you expected? The title comes from memories of Easters past. This is around the time our lovely decorated hard-boiled eggs would become egg salad. An experience in letting go to break the shell and put it in the garbage to use the inside.
I found this egg shell in the backyard and just let it be. Eggs, in their own right, appear right at the spring equinox if the chickens or birds are left to their own devices. Chickens do not lay when there is less than 12 hours of sunlight, so the eggs start coming right at spring/ easter.
Abundance is finding precious little packages of protein showing up after a long and hungry winter.
Happy Easter and Peaceful Passover- together this year. I have a friend who is Jewish visiting so we are having Eastover Easy this year. The song In Your Easter Bonnet has been running through my head. Decorating eggs of all kinds has been fun but I never got a Fabrage egg.
Easter Egg Hunt Canceled Due To Aggressive Parents by The Associated Press EnlargeAmy Sancetta/AP Thanks to some misbehaving parents, kids in part of Colorado Springs, Colo., won’t be having the kind of Easter fun that these Ohio kids had a few years ago.
This headline was in my enews today and saddened me on a number a levels. Last year the parents charged the field to make sure their child got an egg. Needless to say , adults were not allowed to even be on the field. What craziness is this first to think you as an adult has the right to be there in the first place. This is the me generation as parents? What kind of lesson are they teaching their children? And then there are the poor children looking forward to the joy of an egg hunt.
Last night I had a dream in which I was speaking about how amazing my Mother was at holidays. Granted in my awake life I did not appreciate so much of what she did until now. So this morning headline was a “coincidence” if you believe in such things. In my childhood, after church on easter morning my brother and I would come home and have an easter egg hunt in the back yard for hardboiled colored eggs and a rare chocolate egg. Then Mom would count our findings and tell us how many we missed and we would go back out until we found the rest. Our back yard was not large, we were young I guess. It was before plastic eggs.
My daughter, now 24, had egg hunts at home some years or at a friend’s house where the we parents would work together to fill plastic eggs and hide them. She also participated in the egg hunt at Biltmore House (Asheville’s local Vanderbilt mansion home now open to the public) for two years. We dyed and decorated eggs and made spring treats for the birds to hang on the outside trees. Do you have memories like this? or other? Please parent your children with love, they are the future. Learn to nuture yourself, be the parent to yourself that you need with love.