There is a long legacy of eggs in my family.
When I was growing up we raised chickens.
And as a result – eggs.
It was a family effort.
Daddy raised the chickens
Mother, Pat, Ann & I gatherer, cleaned, candeled and sold eggs.
I still have one of the wire egg baskets from those days
As well as that chicken nest in my garden house.
Perhaps that’s why my mother loved to die Easter eggs.
Every mother does things for their children at holidays.
Creating memories and all.
But I’m pretty sure that Easter egg dying
Was actually for mother.
I just don’t remember any other college students
who came home to die Easter eggs.
I think she did it even if we weren’t there!
So it’s with that heritage in mind that I volunteered
to have the Easter Egg Hunt for the children at my church.
Now granted no child in 2012 would be happy with a hard-boiled egg.
Even if it was died turquoise with their name etched with a wax pencil.
But it’s an Easter Egg Hunt just the same.
And I couldn’t have a bunch of kids in my garden
Without giving them a little gardening lesson.
So we added a lady bug release to the activities.
Aphids attacked my roses right on cue.
So the lady bugs had plenty to eat.
We divided the 20 plus children into 3 groups.
Three adults were strategically placed around the garden.
Each had a watering can full of water.
On cue they and the children watered an area of the garden path.
Then along we came with the bag of lady bugs.
They had been chilling in my refrigerator since the Fed Ex man delivered them on Wednesday.
Thank goodness we didn’t put the eggs on top of them!
Now, I’ve been doing lady bug releases in my garden for years.
Ever since my friend and neighbor Patti discovered Buglogical.com.
She and I would share an order each spring.
Lately, the neighbor children have come to share the fun.
I’ve never done this with quite so many children.
So, I was a little concerned.
You never know how a child will react.
Or adults for that matter.
When lady bugs feel the warmth of your hands
They awake from their sleep and begin crawling.
Usually up your arm.
All of these children loved it.
They were – shall we say – naturals!
Children, parents, grand parents even great grandparents had a splendid time.
A time for friends old and new, children, bugs and all that is ours in nature.
Easter – telling and sharing the good news.
Experiencing life in a garden.
It was a good day.