We don’t often close for a whole day, so when we try to take good advantage of the time off. Yesterday, our family gathered in Burlington for a lovely Easter
The set up at the table.
meal with our nephews, their friends and some folks from the neighborhood.
Elizabeth’s holiday tradition is to set up the dining room table for pysanky with egg dyes, wax
My nephew, Jake, works on his egg.
squares, kistkas (the stylus used to trace your design on your egg) and lots of newspaper and votive candles. Kids, who had been out in the yard with massive water guns, were quietly focused on their egg designs. The joy of the creation is always so much fun to watch. Laughter follows almost every dye bath. Often an egg is hard to get out of the dye bath and it can roll away, with a fair amount of speed. This year we used raw eggs, not hard-boiled, so the level of risk was heightened.
I don’t do the eggs as I have no facility for this kind of work. Plus, I’m a klutz, so I watch from the living room and laugh.
Every year, this day just makes me so very happy. The laughter sounds far after the eggs are done. “This egg is not taking color!” “My egg is cracked.” Is something burning?” The comments are just as funny as the rolling eggs. I hear, “Whoops” a lot. Sadly, sometimes I leave Easter and shake my head wondering why we don’t have more Sundays off. But, the eggs are beautiful and the leftovers are a great way to get through a Monday back at work.
Every year, this day just makes me so very happy. The laughter sounds far after the eggs are done. “This egg is not taking color!” “My egg is cracked.” Is something burning?” The comments are just as funny as the rolling eggs. I hear, “Whoops” a lot. Sadly, sometimes I leave Easter and shake my head wondering why we don’t have more Sundays off. But, the eggs are beautiful and the leftovers are a great way to get through a Monday back at work.