Friday morning dawned grey and quiet. Just as it should be. Family consensus … a day spent together, crafting, listening, watching, sharing.
Me? I made Easter Eggs. The non-edible variety. Inspired by the terribly sweet, cheerfully coloured and decorated candy eggs that were popular when I was little. The ones that broke your teeth. And rotted your surviving teeth as you ate it. Oh they were good :-)
I started with a mandala/Ukranian decorative design. But then, spying “Petook: An Easter Story” which I’d taken down from the shelf to re-read, I decided the rest of my felt eggs would tell a more traditional tale.
I needle felted the trees of Calvary, a wee lamb of God, a radiant sunrise, and a Rooster … joyfully singing at the miracle that is the arrival of each new day, and the beauty and wonder of life that comes with it.
The last step of each egg … adding the crocheted trim (like the piped iced edges of the candy eggs) was by far the trickiest and most time consuming. But all were finished and ready for the Easter table.
And in a week’s time, they will be carefully packed into the Easter box, awaiting their turn to shine again next year. That’s one of the things I love about the handmade loveliness we create and keep for our special festivals. Each year, we pull them out and there they are, filled up with the love and effort of previous years. Reminding us of the richness and comfort of family life as it journeys with the sun, round and round and round.
If Easter is a feast you keep, in whatever form, I hope it was filled with family, love and happiness :-)