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Easter Bunny, Honey

March 31st, 2005  · stk

It seems fitting that the incongruous juxtaposition of a bunny rabbit and a chicken egg (symbols of the religious Easter holiday) should be explained by a landscaping website. For as much as chicken eggs have in common with rabbits, landscaping has with the resurrection of Christ.

What was revealed? Two things: First, the answer to the question that I seem to ask on an annual basis (but heretofore, have done nothing to resolve) and secondly, that foxglove (Digitalis) and monkshood (Aconitum) are poisonous to humans. If you too, wonder why rabbits are associated with chicken eggs, you might enjoy discovering WHY, in this landscaping article.

Enough, you say! Let's get on with what we really want to see: cute pictures of Alexandra Lynn, enjoying her first participatory Easter!

While those in Phoenix (and other points much further south than Edmonton) might enjoy a sunrise service and Easter egg hunt in the backyard, Easter was pretty much confined to the living room, in our house. There was a good six inches of snow blanketing the ground out front and in the back. Temps hovered just below the freezing mark, but it didn't dampen Alex's enthusiasm in her quest to find hidden eggs!

But, we're getting ahead of ourselves, because festivities really began the day before, with the decorating of hard-boiled eggs. It was really Scott's idea, as Alex had no clue or expectation regarding Easter. Scott has enjoyed being a kid again and egg decorating was no exception. A dozen fresh eggs were boiled alive, sacrificing their soft-side for the hard reality of Easter. A few cracked under the pressure, yielding only 9 satisfactory conscripts. (Of those nine, Alex broke two in the decorating ... so, in the end, only 7 eggs made it to 'the hiding', as it is called.)

THE OLD WAY: When Scott was a kid, colored liquid dyes were used, in bowls. Eggs were dunked and allowed to sit (the longer they sat, the more vivid the color). This yielded many plaid-like eggs, though wax crayons could be artistically employed to counter the "plaid look".

THE NEW WAY: The kit Rachel brought home contained tiny sponges and packets of pre-mixed, concentrated dye. The object was to DAB the egg with the sponge, which resulted in a speckled appearance. The plaid look, apparently, is passe. Instead of a wax crayon, clear stickers (in a variety of shapes) were employed to keep the dabbed dye off of the egg.

Which is better? Well, it must be said that speckled eggs look much nicer than plaid ones, but ... the stickers don't do a very good job (the dye gets under them) and the speckled eggs end up quite STICKY, even after they have dried. The mess, however (and fortunately for us), cleaned up completely in a snap.

Alex 'got into' the whole egg decorating thing, as you can plainly see. The fragility of the eggs and the complexity of the design process may not have been high on her list, but COLOR she understands well! So it was that she colored her eggs, ... her hands, ... her face and even the table (because after we were done, we forgot to throw away the unused portions of dye that remained in the packets and while Rachel and Scott were resting (decorating eggs with a toddler can wear a middle-aged parent out), Alex had discovered the remaining colors and was proceeding to finger paint her newest design right onto the kitchen table!) Thankfully, we caught her before her 'artwork' spread to the cushions, ... the floor or ... the walls! *sigh*

Eggs now decorated, we awaited morning for the hunt. Alex, of course, had no clue what was about to ensue. (So "the hiding" was mostly done in plain sight, though Scott did hide many of the small, chocolate eggs in more obtuse places - within Rachel's office. This was done to provide incentive to Rachel's late-night studying, but in the end, it backfired. So enamored with small chocolate candies is Rachel, that all homework ceased until the very last, well-hidden "incentive" was discovered and consumed. Shhhh... don't tell her, but I know for a fact that a handful remain. If she finds out, I'm afraid that she'll tear the place apart and all studying will cease!)

Like mother, like daughter. It was discovered that Alex too, has a sweet tooth and this, more than the finding of hand-decorated eggs, spurred her in her quest. We hid "robin's eggs" (which are candy and chocolate-covered, malted-milk balls, shaped & colored like eggs). They are one of Scott's favorites and although Rachel purchased them with Scott in mind (bless her heart), I don't think he ended up consuming very many! Alex, it seems, got the lion's share. And, of course, they're just a tad big for her tiny mouth, which resulted in very colorful drool ... on her chin, her hands, the furniture and her clothes. But hey, she was having FUN!

She dutifully collected the decorated, hard-boiled eggs and placed them into a wicker basket. The robin's eggs were consumed the moment each was found, save for a few that Dad put into a clear plastic container, along with some blocks, which had a screw-top lid. If it weren't for that screw-top lid, there wouldn't have been any robin's eggs left for the following day. Alex was so sated with chocolate, that those eggs in the plastic container weren't much of a draw on Sunday. Come Monday, however, motivated by the plainly visible candy within, Alex set upon the task of opening the container. Fruitlessly she banged, tugged and tried to pry off the lid (she hasn't grasped the "righty-tighty, lefty-loosey" concept, yet). She is frustrated quite easily, but made her intentions very clear, by taking the container to Dad, plopping it in his lap, saying, "Thank you!" (As if the opening and her consumption of the candy within was a foregone conclusion). Unfortunately, Dad is so smitten by his begotten creature (and for her part, Alex CAN be quite cute), that he did his child's bidding, opened the container and gave her an egg. He did, however, have the foresight to extract only one and then closed it up again, thus saving the last piece until later in the evening, when the whole "Thank you" cuteness was repeated.

And with the final consumption of candy, our relatively non-religious, high-caloric celebration of the spring solstice, Christ's resurrection and the pagan God of Fertility, came to a close. Someone please tell the snow hares that frequent the front yard and the local weathermen that we are now officially into the spring season, because outside still pretty much looks like winter here!

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