I don't know which are more beautiful; the pink, green and blue eggs given to me by Robin and Fan who both raise Aracana hens right here in Lincoln (talk about local) or the eggs we dyed last week inspired by the Ukrainian method called Pysanky using beeswax and strong dyes. Either way, the egg is an ancient symbol of rebirth, the coming of spring, and hope.
Folklore has it that the entire universe exists inside an egg. The yolk is the sun and the white is all the stars and the moon. What an efficient package. And it's biodegradable! Those hens are really ahead of the curve.
Happy April Everyone. No more photos of snow on this site for awhile. Amen!
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Bring on the towels on the line! Circles. Snow receeds up craggy peaks, eggs take their position at the front of the line, forsythia shoots out rays of sunshine, robins return, rivers cascade, mud sticks, sparkling raindrops slid off rody blossoms.Tendrals of smoky mist weave through redwood forests, and my heart lifts up as I behold.....
Your blog makes me sing!
Thanks for the glimpse into YOUR world out there in Oregon! We don't have craggy peaks or tendrils of smokey mist weav(ing) through redwood forests here! wow.
Is this a poetry slam?
Anyone else out there want to make a list of what is happening in their world?
The eggs are absolutely beautiful!
I always love your photography, Barb!
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