Ok, so it’s April. My high sugar intake rotted my brain yesterday and this post took approximately two thousand years to upload, so take it with a grain of salt and let’s go!
I remember very little from this day. It was preceded by a restless night with a 45 minute tantrum (thanks, full moon). The morning was beautiful, with waffles and smoothies and Leo awakening from his first overnight with us.
Fern and I were pretty tired in the afternoon.
A long visit to the park, where I spent most of my time scheming on how to make vegan Caesar Salad dressing. Then groceries and dinner.
Chile-cornmeal crusted fried tofu, baked yam fries, vegan caesar salad. WINE.
That night we prepared for a special visitor.
Whatever confusions I had about creating traditions for the Winter Solstice/Christmas did not apply for Easter. As a kid, I remember wondering, “Which do I like better? Christmas? or Easter?” and thinking that maybe, just maybe, Easter won out by a hair (hare). As with all our culturally important holidays, Easter has obvious roots in earlier, nature based rites. The themes of resurrection, redemption, fertility and the promise of Spring are easy and abundant…and it doesn’t take much to explain to Fern why we’re going on an egg hunt or why there is a slightly scarey pink plastic rabbit in our sunroom (although I will explain that bit to YOU).
We created a trail of hippy m & m’s through the kitchen, and I think this alone would have been enough for her. Candy. ON THE FLOOR. And I can put it in my mouth? Wait for it around 2:04…it was the theme of the day.
Also, my special appearance begs a joke of some kind…talk about resurrection from the dead! I save my most glamorous moments for you, people.
Blueberries for Sal became an immediate favorite.
Thanks for the owlets, Grandma and Papa T!
About the Bunny: She was part of my childhood Easter traditions since before I can remember. (Mom? Who made her? Was it Great Aunt Marion? Or the ladies at LA General?). Her base is a giant plastic water jug, with the handle jutting out of her back. The front part is hollowed out for that little nest you see in front. Her “fur” is some kind of thin plastic…reminds me of the plastic bags that (used to?) come on dry cleaning. Her face I assume is a doll’s head, for crafting. Her hat is a little paper plate with ribbon and flowers…the same are in her bouquet. I introduced Fern to her a few days before, and she was simultaneously delighted and slightly horrified. When I hopped her in close for a kiss, Fern said, “Take bunny away. Take bunny away!”. After Sunday, however, I have no doubts that their friendship was cemented.
Fern consumed more sugar this morning than in the total of her 2.5 years.
These pictures of Fern eating chocolate are like my mom’s pictures of Loons. I have about 100, each just a slight variation of the same. (I’m hoping that’s a funny inside joke, Mom.)
This is what the aftermath of a Fairy Frat party looks like.
And this is what a sweet sugar crash looks like.
She held on to her ollolopop for hours. We had to wash the fuzz off it twice and the stick became dirty and began to deteriorate.
This was the first holiday that I didn’t clamp down on the sugar. Partly because I am so damn sick of saying “NO” all the time…setting boundaries, both for her and myself. Not right now, in a minute, yes I hear that you want that, first we will do this…and then for myself…curb that anger, slow down, eat my veggies, don’t buy plastic, cultivate compassion, say yes to more and more and more contact and bye bye to personal space and try to embrace all experience. We needed a holiday. So I said fuck it, Let Them Eat Sugar! Not only did we get fruit sweetened lollipops and natural dark chocolate from Rainbow, but I also gleefully bought Cadbury eggs. Why not? At least I set the bar above Peeps.
And you know what? It truly sweetened her disposition. She was SO HAPPY that we were letting her nibble without control. There were no meltdowns, she didn’t break out in hives and she did not wake up this morning with a cold. It was FINE.
However, mama did not fare as well, as it kicked up my allergies and this morning I have a sore throat. Stupid jellybeans.
Next, there was some huntin’ to do.
Along with reusing our “heirloom” plastic eggs, I made papier mache eggs that I filled with MORE CANDY.
We spent a relaxed hour at the back of the garden, going over (and divvying up fairly) the booty. Our garden friend Gabriel showed up too, so Jeff and I got to have adult conversation for a minute.
This is the look Jeff gave me when I said sugar seemed to help her temperment. “Maybe we should start giving her coffee too.”.
Hey man, MAYBE WE SHOULD.
Gabriel sang a good dancing egg song.
This is a picture heavy post, so I apologize to those with slow internet speeds. But we’re not done yet!
Lunch at St. Francis Fountain.
What was missing for me yesterday was church. We were regular attenders as a kid, and not only did Easter Sunday always include the new frock, but I was also an acolyte, and would help carry the palm fronds up the aisle. As a single adult, I had my own private process of honoration, but creating and observing our own sacred traditions as a family will have to come in time. In the meantime, paying reverence to the wildflowers seemed fitting. I can’t believe they didn’t zonk out in the car, but we managed to make it to Bernal Hill.
Follow the path of green to Mt. Tam.
This dress makes me want to walk…like a camel. Probably only one of you got that joke. Hi Kerri. I have to admit, I did feel like I was missing my bright red bee-hive.
Then Jeff started singing, “Tom Bombadil” like that Portlandia episode with Joanna Newsome, and I turned into an idiot.
Leo saw buttercups for the first time, and found out one of the reasons they are so special. (Place a flower under your chin to see if you like butter. If the shiny petals reflect a golden hue on your skin, you sure do.)
Springtime blessings of abundance and fertility to you all!