Monday, April 25, 2011
There are three times I need to be in the the home where I grew up, and where my mother still lives; summer, Christmas and Easter.
Since I left my birth-home to study I have always striven to get home for these celebrations. This year we had 6 cats in our care, and therefor had to split the vacation.
We somehow got to share moments together, the core family; my mother, my brother, our daughter, husband G and myself.
Tommasi white wine, feathers and a huge egg, all symbols of Easter.
My painting of a knitting woman always reminds me of my mother.
My mother with some of her new year production. She has already given three pairs of socks away.
As usual we played Chinese Checkers, and as always my mother beat me.
No mercy when it comes to games in the Ljung family.
Breakfast table. My mother has painted the porcelain Easter breakfast set.
Pagan Sauda. We are standing on the Hovland (Hoofland) farm looking up on the Hoofland peak. I was there once with my Dad, so it's kind of my special mountain. Hov or Hoof is the place where offerings to the pagan gods took place.
Eating eggs are also related to easter morning. Pagan fertility rite, as is the color yellow, the Easter color.
Indoor roses with throbs, a reference to Christ.
We celebrated Easter night (Saturday) in Haugesund, making a bonfire on the terrace.
The blond nights are already here. We sat outside till 3 a.m.
Easter Morning in our garden both tulips and narcissus sprung during the warm Easter week. Paske is Norwegian for Easter, from Hebrew and not pagan at all.
Last hint of ruby on our red shrub. It was once a big tree, withered and is now grow up from a root.
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