Colors of the Season

Picture 1.
Easter Day or Jewish Pescah is celebrated every year the first Sunday after the first full moon after spring equinox.
In Norway we call it Paaske and start the celebration Palm Sunday in memory of the day Jesus rode in to Jerusalem on a donkey to hold the holy feast with his disciples. The week in between we call the silent week.
The picture of eggs for fertility and a rooster in memory of Peter's betrayal are common Easter decorations.
Pagan and religious hand in hand. The sun cult did also celebrate the spring equinox as one of four majors. The sun cult is known and many reminiscences are found in our region dated back 7000 years or more.

Picture 2.
I let the young children designed by the Swedish artist Carl Larsson be a symbol of new life. N.B. The boy is wearing red suspenders.

Picture 3.
After the long and dark winter time, we now have 13,5 hours of daylight. I am in desperate need of colors, even if the frost took three of my outdoor geraniums, I fill the kitchen with an indoor rainbow.

Picture 4.
I like reading interior blogs. I'm amazed at the engagement and ingenuity young women decorate their homes.
Now and then I steal an idea. Like this one. Using an old wooden box after my dad for presenting tea boxes. The text spells First Class Citron.

Picture 5.
I found the old box in the carpentry shed.My father was keen on
having every thing in it's proper place. A dear memorabilia.

Picture 6.
Colors on thermoses, but white candles for me. These are recycled from used church candles and of fine quality. They burn slow, with no dripping and they are low priced. What more can one ask for?

Picture 7.
Daffodils are the proper flowers for Norwegian Easter, since they are named Easter Lilies.
I fell for this Ranunculus when grocery shopping. It might with a little good will be described as orange with a hint of red!
Happy Ruby Season to all of you.

Magical Mystery Teacher is hosting Ruby Tuesday 2 together with Gemma Wiseman

REGIFTING

I cannot say I entirely buy all stuff Gibran has written. This poem has, however, been important to me since I first read it in the early seventies.

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Spring, marvellous spring

The winter in Norway has been long, cold, icy and dark. Driving through blizzard to and from my Mom has required the skill of an experienced and devoted driver and a four wheel drive. Our Gunnar.
Now we have passed spring equinox, the snowdrops, daffodils and hyacinths are blooming, no red so far, and the sun is shining 13 hours a day.
Time to wash the salt of the car and change the studded winter tires with lighter summer wheels. Most people wait till after Easter with the great car cleaning. Norwegians are weird, you see. Just as flowers, birds and green grass are pooping out from their safe winter hide away, people drag out tons of skiing equipment and drive on flocks up to the mountains.
I wouldn't change my life in the lowlands for a million bucks.
Life is good after all.

Magical Mystery Teacher is hosting Ruby Tuesday 2 together with Gemma Wiseman

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