April 24, 2011
Wishing you all a Happy Easter weekend, sunny Spring days !
Earlier on, the egg was a symbol of the earth because of its shape. Also associated with the beginning of life, it has been a symbol of fertility, rebirth and the cycle of life.
For Christians in Europe, eggs became a symbol of Easter and the resurrection of Jesus. In the past, Christians gave up eggs for Lent (the 40 days before Easter when it’s customary to give up different types of food). But even though people didn’t eat them, the hens kept laying them! So people would hard boil and decorate them. This would help preserve them longer and serve as part of the holiday festivities.
At the Jewish Passover holiday (in Spring) the egg is placed on the Seder plate and is a symbol of sacrifice and loss. For some though it also symbolizes the full cycle of life, and therefore hope and rebirth.
In China, red eggs are given out at the one month birthday of a new baby. It’s customary to hold a Red Egg and Ginger Party at this time. Once again, the source seems to be the egg’s role as a symbol of fertility and the beginning of life.
The egg is a wonderful symbol of birth, renewal and rebirth. This is something wonderful to consider as Springtime has arrived in the Northern hemisphere, where the Earth is coming back to life !
Thank you to “Mama Lisa” on http://www.mamalisa.com/blog/ for sharing such great information and much more on her wonderful blog.
Here is a poem about Easter eggs that I enjoyed reading in this blog : http://www.tastearts.com/egg-poem-easter-eggs-by-addison-erwin-sheldon/ I hope you will too
Seems to me like yesterday:—
Walkin’ down the beaten path,
Where the autumn aftermath
Glistened with the April wet,
Tryin’ to look green and yet
Kind of limp and lonesome lay.
Gettin’ long toward Easter time;
Days the city folks calls Lent,—
Little that we cared or spent
What they called it, prose or rhyme,
More than twenty years ago,—
Me and my old playmate Joe;
Back in dear old Yucatan
Township, where Root River ran.
What we cared fur was the wood
Filled with flowing maple sap,
And the bluff above the gap
Where the Mississippi’s flood,—
Floating many a steamboat craft,
Many a Chippewa forest raft,—
Met our boyish gaze and curled
Round the bend into the world.
Then the mill-pond and the dam;—
Spearing red horse in the race;
And below our swimming-place
Was a cave where Turkey Sam
Shot and killed a hungry bear—
Oftentimes we’d go and peer
In about the rocks and stones
Looking for dead Injuns’ bones
While our hearts felt awful queer.
But about them Easter eggs—
We had fixed it—Joe and I,—
Talked it over on the sly,
Makin’ tops and mumble-pegs;
Playin’ marble and high spy;—
Next time Easter day come round
We would know where eggs was found;
Many a jocund, boyish boast,
‘Bout the eggs we’d have to roast
Over in the poplar grove
Just this side of Knox’s cove—
Then there’d be a big surprise:—
When we’d from our hidden store
Bring our Easter eggs galore
How the folks would bug their eyes!
I remember ‘long in March,
Mild and early was the spring.
Say, how them old hens did sing!
How the folks for eggs would search.
Mother couldn’t understand—
Fed ‘em table scraps and meat —
Combs was red and slick and neat,
Cackle, and they’d kick the sand
Through their feathers with their feet.
Joe and I — we understood, —
Playin’ ’round the old barnyard,
Watched them old hens weasel hard
Tryin’ to hide away and brood;
Every secret cleft and nook, —
Underneath the horses’ stall,
High up on the smoke house wall,
Knowed ‘em better than a book; —
Out beside the pile o’ rails,
In the tool house by the nails, —
Where a hen could crawl or fly,
We went after, — Joe and I.
Then to make a hiding place,
In the corner of a stack,
Lay a weatherbeaten rack —
Crawled beneath it on our face
With a forked, crooked pole
Worked and twisted through the straw,
Roughest work I ever saw;
Made a long and narrow hole,
Then by twisting round and round,
Dug a nest close to the ground.
In it went our Easter eggs:
Many a time I hurt my back
Skoochin’ under that old rack,
Rusty nails would scratch my legs—
Still, as Easter time drew nigh,
Poked ‘em in there on the sly;—
One thing troubled us—old Nig
Our old Spanish topknot hen,
Disappeared, we couldn’t find,
Not a feather left behind
Just to show where she had been.
Last our Easter Sunday came—
Seems to me like yesterday,
In that old familiar path
With the autumn aftermath
Lying ’round like locks of hay:—
All the east was clouds of flame
Like that early Easter morn
When the Son, of woman born,
Rose and rolled the stone away.—
Bright and early did we creep
Underneath that beaten rack,
Scratched our legs and punched our back,
Reached in for them eggs, when “cheep,”
“Cheep, cheep, cheep” and “cluck, cluck, cluck”
And Joe says “Dog on our luck,
“Ef it haint that old black hen,
‘Ef she ain’t a’gone and ben
”Just a settin’ with her legs
“Straddled on our Easter eggs,
“An’ what’s more—it beats the dickens
“Half them Easter eggs is chickens.”
From “Poems And Sketches Of Nebraska” By Addison Erwin Sheldon.
This is an addition to my reply to Linda, http://shoreacres.wordpress.com
Linda, you may enjoy reading this post http://www.mamalisa.com/blog/the-ancient-ukrainian-tradition-of-pysanka/
about the painted Ukrainian eggs, since you like them so much.
“My Ántonia” is a favourite book of mine in the American litterature. It was written by Willa Cather. Its unforgettable story takes place in Nebraska. I can well imagine that the scenes suggested in Addison Erwin Sheldon’s lovely poem “Reminiscence” could have been part of W. Cather’s wonderful work.
April 22, 2011
This beautiful quilt is Not mine. It was designed, sewed and quilted by Sherri Lynn Wood, a great artist, and I am very happy to share it with you.
A few days ago I had the surprise to be given an award by Sherri Lynn Wood. A “Gorgeous Blogger’s” award ! How touched and honored I feel !
To me, Sherri Lynn’s magnificent quilts suggest “freedom” in her choice of colours, patterns and general design. I love the way she creates movement in them. A colourful dance. Sherri Lynn also does Craft Therapy and developed the “Passage Quilting” (for the bereavement process); something I have started to do in memory of my own mother who loved sewing so much. Visiting Sherri’s blog is an encouragement in many ways in one’s life. Thanks again for the award and for all you share with many.
Here is a link to Sherri Lynn’s creative and inspirational blog that I always visit with much pleasure.
In receiving this award I was asked to answer a few questions :
When did you start your blog ?
What do you write about ?
I write mainly about my interests and passions : nature, reading, quilting, photography, travels. I enjoy posting pictures of my area, moments of my day and thoughts. Just sharing life.
What makes this special ?
What has been and still is special about blogging are the contacts that are created with other bloggers. The pleasure I feel in connecting and sharing with friends and visitors; their comments are always a bonus to the initial post I write and I would like to thank all of them here.
What made you start writing ?
Simply the love of writing. I always seem to write either for me (journal), for others, to penfriends or for causes I have been engaged in. Hardly a day passes without me sending a card or a snail mail letter. Writing this blog is a different experience; it is also a way to keep in touch with the English language since I am French speaking.
What would you change in your blog ?
The appearance maybe ? As I am not a good technician, I like the simplicity of this particular blog though. I am happy when I notice that some of the bloggers who started visiting me are creating links with some of my contacts. This I would never want to change Connections and communication are the path to a better understanding between us.
I have met many “Gorgeous Bloggers” since I started this blog and there are many more I am not aware of. It is a very difficult choice to name only five blogs for this award. Anyway here are some I just love visiting :
Grace and her love for fabrics, bright colours and artistic journals, an artist who will enchant you with her wonderful creativity.
Janice has many talents that range from beautiful photography to needlework, quilting, music, reading… A very creative lady.
Robert´s photography of “his” Australia is like a dream that would lead you through infinite space, way beyond the ocean and the endless sky of Queensland.
Bernie is an amazing and generous person who shares with us an incredible variety of uncommon and interesting subjects found here and there on the net. Always something new to discover in his blog.
I love visiting Amy-Lynn’ blog; she is a wonderful observer, writer and photographer of Nature in Nova-Scotia. A Gorgeous Blogger indeed !
April 15, 2011
For the past month the internet connection in our home has been less than satisfactory. I will spare you the technical details but in short it has become more difficult to get a reliable and lasting internet connection. It has also something to do with the age of my PC If I add that my camera (not the youngest one either) has been acting strange lately, you may understand my distress about these technologies I was never an expert in anyway. This is to explain my unwanted silence on this blog. I regret it but little by little I will visit you again and look forward to these moments indeed.
In the meantime… Spring has arrived here too. Rapidly, beautifully and unexpectedly warm. In the 20-23°C over the past few days although in the past days the North wind has lowered the temperature by ten degrees. Brrrr…
Not sitting much in front of my stubbornly silent and empty screen, I spent more time in the garden; I read or finished reading several books. I also spent more time in the room that used to be a playroom and now is a music and sewing room.
Do I see you smiling ? Don’t worry, I am not trying to compete with the drums when my son is practising “Ska music” with his group. The sewing machine remains silent on those occasions… but when the room is quiet my sewing machine is playing its own tune, music and inspiration are in the air !
This is a wonderful and inspiring book by Janet Bolton (Patchwork in an orchard) about “appliqué” in patchwork. My friend Marie, in http://ancientcloth.blogspot.com/ mentioned it a while back in her blog and I was delighted to find a copy of this book in a second hand bookstore in town.
La Pléiade is also the name if a well-known collection of books from authors of all horizons . Precious books with soft leather binding and thin pages (onionskin) that one turns slowly and with care. I was telling about it to Janice, another friend and multi-faceted artist, http://postcardsfromwildwood.wordpress.com/ as I replied to her comment in my post about it. I chose Tolstoi and his “Carnets”; he is an author I like to read and re-read now and then. Classical and insightful works that fascinate me.
And of course, another favourite books of mine, Barbara Kingsolver’s “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle” is one I read slowly, month after month. There is so much to learn about living more simply, eating locally, being responsible for one’s own decisions and acts regarding our environment.
Regular walking through my colourful garden brought much pleasure. This constant renewal of Nature in the Spring is always such a wonder and pleasant discovery.Poppies, wild primroses, cherry trees blossoming or anemones, all are so welcome after the cold and not so bright Winter. I really hope you are enjoying the same wonderful feeling.