Well, I love any holiday really. I tend to get carried away weeks before the holiday sorting through Pinterest and various blogs devoted to yummy recipes I save and then forget. I look at holiday decor and ways to make our house Halloween/Easter/Valentine's Day/Martin Luther King Day ready and bookmark various websites.
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Then I sort of drop the ball.
The holiday swiftly approached and my months of careful Internet-time-wasting have been, well, wasted and I don't do anything.
Squat.
Nada.
My enthusiasm turns to watching re-runs of Golden Girls instead.
There is not a spring wreath on our door, no toile pumpkins, no heart bunting dangling from our ceiling, no leprechauns peeking out behind fake pots of gold (that's for Martin Luther King Day in case you didn't know).
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Save Christmas. I always have time for Christmas.
Anyhoo, Easter was upon us this past weekend. And Passover. I learned all about Passover this weekend and I like it. Well, I liked that we were at a wedding and the father, straight out of Tel Aviv, told us that on Passover Seder one should drink four glasses of wine. I actually feel quite an affinity to the Jewish faith (and no, not because of the four glasses of approved wine. Heck, if that got me into religion then I definitely would be a Christian - they drink wine every Sunday) but that is an entry for another day.
I think I love Easter (and Passover) for what it symbolises. Renewal, rebirth, rejoicing and peace. But due to the fact that I don't really believe in Jesus (see above affinity to Judaism) nor that he rose from the dead (see my entry from 2009 here) I would say that Easter for me is more about the original Pagan celebration. The welcoming of the newly returned sun. The joy of daffodils & tulips blooming. Warmer mornings and sunny days. Pastel coloured dresses and bright pink patent leather shoes.
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Urm, okay, maybe not all of that is from the Pagan Easter tradition.
If you want to know more about Eostre and the celebration of moving toward the sun you can laugh here.
So I guess Easter for me is the springboard into . . . yup, you guessed it! Spring.
Who doesn't love spring? Longer days, cherry blossoms, magnolia trees, warm afternoons that still have a bit of a chill so you need to wear a cardigan, colourful dresses, colourful shoes . . . . yes, there is a definite theme.
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And who doesn't love Easter? It is yet another holiday that endorses eating copious amounts of chocolate. But in this holiday you get to go on a little hunt AND you get to find my personal favorites: Cadbury Creme Eggs & Cadbury Mini Eggs.
Dear Cadbury, I love you. That is all. Love Sarah Groundwater Law.
I love Easter Egg hunts. My grandmother was the queen of Easter egg hunts. Well, she was the queen of all holidays - I guess that is where I get it from. Our hunts were mega events on the farm. My two cousins and me would search around the yard for treats left by the Easter bunny. My one older cousin would take eggs out of my basket when I wasn't looking (this is what happens if you are the baby) and my other cousin would put his extra eggs in my basket to replace the ones stolen.
And we got more than just chocolate and boiled eggs. I remember getting a massive Smurf one year. Dolls, games, books. It was like Christmas part deux.
Fast forward twenty-odd (or thirty) years and I still love and insist on an egg hunt. The Engineer gave me one a few years ago that I felt was too hard. So he has learned over the years to make it somewhat 'easy' - like you have to hide an egg in a surprising yet visible place. This entices me to work harder to find more in less obvious places. If I can't find any eggs right away I give up.
I am the kind of person who loves riddles but only if you tell me the answer right away.
This year I wanted a hunt. But the Engineer was 'too busy' to go get the chocolates. Even though the Easter Bunny sent him a thoughtful card reminding him to purchase chocolate with exact instructions on what I wanted and where to find them.
The Engineer suggested I go purchase the treats and he would hide them. MISSING THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF AN EASTER EGG HUNT! I not only love the fun of finding eggs, but I love the mystery of what I will find.
Whatever.
I relented and went and bought myself some UK Cadbury eggs, including an extra large one, from my favorite UK store on Queen street. Then I got a ton of cream eggs & mini-eggs on sale at Loblaw's (the Engineer loves sales).
I only ate two eggs in the car ride home. I should get a medal.
Come Easter morning, I wake up to a house that is mid-disaster. We are in the middle of a move after all. And like I said earlier, my enthusiasm for the holiday actually dwindles by the actual holiday. So I half-assed looked for the eggs I bought and the Engineer hid. He chose very good hiding spots I must say, and I slowly collected the chocolate and put it on our kitchen counter.
Then I had a nap.
When I woke up, the chocolate was all gone.
Apparently he felt my hunt was lack-lustre and I needed to actually hunt rather than just happen upon the eggs as I cleaned our house. So he hid them again.
Even though I bought the chocolate myself, I admit it's still quite fun to open the Cheerios this morning and find a bag of mini-eggs waiting for me.
I did learn a very valuable lesson this Easter. It's not that I should not expect my husband to have an Easter hunt ready for me. Nor that being over 30 perhaps I am too old for an Easter egg hunt.
No.
It's that next time my husband gives me permission to go buy my treats for him to hide, I should stock up on shoes, bags and dresses.
I really missed an opportunity there!
Happy Spring everyone. I hope your Easter bunny was less lazy and you managed to find some incredible treats.
Oh, I should also point out that Eater symbols like eggs & rabbits go back to Pagan days as well and symbolise fertility. The Engineer was not hearing this and did NOT try to embrace the fertility of the season.
Maybe next year.
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