Eggs and confetti
posted in Holidays and Festivals, OmegaDad, OmegaDotter, Religion, Spring |Hail thee, festival day!
Bless’d day that art hallowed forever–
Day whereon Christ arose,
Breaking the kingdom of death!
I am not religious, in any manner whatsoever. But I have lovely memories of Easter Sundays as a child, going with my grandparents to Easter service at a high Episcopalian church with The. Most. Awesome. Pipe organ. And singing that particular hymn, which is indelibly engraved on my memory. The pipe organ would play the deepest notes possible, making the flagstone pavement vibrate, and then…then, when the Joyous! Triumphant! part of the hymns was hit, the trumpets making a blaring fanfare to celebrate. (Much to my dismay, a long, detailed article about that organ is no longer available.)
So today was Easter. Of course, we had an Easter basket for the dotter…but we had no dotter for the Easter basket! She spent the night at her friend A.’s house, and blew eggs and dyed them and hunted them there. So our Easter basket sat on the table, alone and forlorn:
(Note the mini basket up front, for her doll Ling. Credit for this entire creation goes to OmegaDad.)
While we hung around (in blissful quietude!), OmegaDad was making pita bread, tortillas, and lavosh. Yum! The pita bread/lavosh dough produced a lot of gas, so much so that it looked like the rising bowl was going to…well, rise itself!
Eventually the dotter decided she wanted to come home, at which point she dove into the basket:
Inside the basket was a bounty of crinkle-cut paper confetti in many spring colors, in place of the green plastic grass that ends up being eaten by pets the world around on Easter day. OmegaDad and the dotter decided to pile it on top of my head, topped off with a whirling yellow pinwheel:
Then she and I had to dye eggs, which is always fun. We had a polka-dotted affair:
We had a starburst:
And we had one that really, truly looked like a planet. It wasn’t just me who thought so; I was staring at it pensively thinking how much like Jupiter it looked, when OmegaDotter saw it and gasped, “OMG! It looks just like a planet, Mom! Let’s make it Saturn! Let’s paint a ring around it!” So I did; in fact, I painted two rings:
From this angle, alas, it looks either like the X chromosome or like an elongated infinity sign (the dotter’s notion, again) or an analemma. (Windows LiveWriter, by the way, does not recognize the word “analemma”, harrumph.)
Our array of eggs:
I hope your day was as fun and filled with confetti as ours!
