I am antsy to plant seeds, but at least I'm digging. Is it no coincidence that my two favorite holidays--Easter and Thanksgiving--bookend the growing season?
:: When Juniper was just a wee babe, I wrote about how much I looked forward to the ritual of Easter with my kids. Not so much the resurrection-of-Christ Easter (because, really, I wasn't raised in that tradition), but the one that came before. The primal Easter, the one with eggs and bunnies and electric neon shoots of life. This year, I feel like we're laying a true foundation for our own family traditions. Juniper is old enough to know, to get excited, to remember. This year, we started the tradition of egg-dying with plants. We met up with friends and while it was mostly mamas in the kitchen, the kids would make the rounds, swirl our legs and check our progress.
*Each dye bath was made with 1 quart water, 1 tablespoon vinegar, 1 tablespoon salt, and a vegetable, fruit or spice. Beets gave us pink. Tumeric gave us gold. Red cabbage gave us gorgeous shades of blue, depending on how long it soaked. Canned cherries gave us peach. Spinach and parsley didn't do jack, but we got a sumptuous woodsy green by combining canned blueberries and tumeric.
^Canned cherries made peach.^
There are so many aspects of life I want to add to our rituals and traditions. I'd like to find books and stories that match our own feelings for this holiday. Suggestions?
^In the name of Spring, we've been indulging in the last bottles of our 2010 Dandelion wine. This here is "Dandy B" which is Gretchen-code for one-quarter the amount of sugar as the original recipe and, dang, is it good. Not too sweet, just perfect. Even my mom would like it.^
:: In other news, our little strawberry blond is growing like a spring shoot. I made her booties to match the season and her new size.
An appetizer of Hazel faces:
And my personal favorite photo of Hazel Iris to date (because those fists fly to her mouth like a shark to bait):
:: On chilly days (it seems so long ago...was it really just last week?), we stomped in mud puddles and drank hot coco. (Mud puddles have been dried up for the last few days--but I hear rain tonight.)
:: And oh, yes. In our family spring shows up with a birthday.
Happy Birthday to my man. He is so much to me: husband, father--damn good father--hardworking, funny, positive, a hard shell with a soft core. Love that guy.