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One recipe for naturally dyed Easter eggs:
Old Farmers Almanac
Photo from Old Farmers Almanac

Grandma's Easter Eggs

Remember when grandma would boil the eggs?
There were no fancy color kits to buy.

She used crushed berries for the royals, purple and blue,
tea or coffee for sunny shades of yellow and orange,
and spinach for gracious green (the only way I liked it at the time).	
Glorious golden and regal red – from onion skins! Oh my!
If she had eggplant or red cabbage, she made precious pink and purple.
What passionate pastels emerged and earthy hues of neutral nature!

	colors of nature
	repurposed from the heavens ~
	two times the blessing

No chemical dyes with eggs swiftly finished and decorated in one sitting.
Grandma’s eggs took gathering the eggs from the nest,
food or food scraps, a couple of days, several helping hands, various 
utensils and implements, and make quite the mess! A perfect process!

	humble beginnings
	after a long abstinence ~
	a welcome reward

Oh, the love and joy from decorating those eggs.
No kit can ever compare.
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George Avatar
March 28, 2024 at 11:05 PM
In their times only natural dyes were used, no synthetic or artificial colors ! I liked your grandma's idea of coloring Easter eggs with things found in nature. It is always a blessing to have a grandma like her. Beautiful poem dear Linda.
Fowler Avatar
March 29, 2024 at 6:29 AM
Both my grandmas were blessings. Each knew so much and I learned as much as I could from them. Thank you for your supportive words Valsa. hugs :)
May Avatar
March 28, 2024 at 7:34 PM
No chemicals just nature's joyful way, Very nicely penned Linda
Fowler Avatar
March 29, 2024 at 6:27 AM
Many thanks Joseph. Chemical-free is almost a lost concept these days. LOL :)
Rodgers Avatar
March 27, 2024 at 7:39 AM
Dear Linda, your poem beautifully reminisces the simple joys of tradition and creativity. What a delightful journey back to the past, where love and patience infused every aspect of Easter egg preparation. Your poetic words evoke nostalgia, showing the beauty found in the natural and the handmade. What a heartwarming reflection on cherished memories and family traditions. - Blessings, Daniel
Fowler Avatar
March 28, 2024 at 9:53 AM
Patience, creativity, love. As others have mentioned dear Daniel, women have strived to make their children lives magical and happy. Handmade gifts are the best! Thanks for stopping by. hugs and blessings! :)
Meadows Avatar
March 27, 2024 at 1:51 AM
That's lovely! Well written.
Fowler Avatar
March 28, 2024 at 9:51 AM
Thank you Jeanette. Nice to see you here! :)
Dietrich Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 11:22 PM
Wow, what a wonderful memory. Love how you put it in haibun form.
Fowler Avatar
March 28, 2024 at 9:50 AM
You know me Andrea...always trying something. different LOL. Thanks for the comment! :)
Brotherton Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 6:53 PM
A wonderful history lesson in this brilliant Haibun, Linda. I had not heard of some of these processes. Thaks for bringing this bit of nostalgia.
Fowler Avatar
March 28, 2024 at 9:49 AM
Hi Jerry. Maybe you can throw an egg on your BLT, eh? You're welcome for the nostalgia and thank you for the visit! :)
Anaya Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 4:28 PM
from onion skins! Oh my! I know I would've done the same if I were someone's grandma then. I see how spices leave stains tumeric, beets etc. A wonderful tradition, Bff Women have invented from scratch and from love wanting only to make their children and grandchildren happy. Best Easter story told, Linderfella! A fave!
Fowler Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 4:47 PM
Yes indeed bff. Women rock. We're strong and we know stuff ;);) Thank you for the fav!!!
Allison Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 3:20 PM
what wonderful memories Linda Alice and how much things have changed now - all chocolate eggs, bunnies and chicks and the real meaning of Easter is so often forgotten:-) My father's brother used to dye eggs for his children after they had used wax on the eggs to create a picture, you brought back so many memories. hugs Jan xx
Fowler Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 4:46 PM
And it's not even "good" chocolate Jan! It was fun finding foods and spices that would stain and not "flavor" the eggs. Yes, we used wax, and sometimes crayolas. Glad you had fond memories from this! hugs La
One Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 12:44 PM
I like how your poem captures the essence of nostalgia and appreciation for tradition while subtly commenting on the value of simplicity, creativity, and shared experiences in our fast-paced modern world. It serves as a reminder that the most meaningful traditions are often those rooted in love, resourcefulness, and the beauty of nature.
Fowler Avatar
March 26, 2024 at 1:36 PM
Many thanks my dear friend. Most often these traditions are found near holidays or celebrations. I believe the younger generations have blazed new trails and made their own traditions. Hopefully, the two will blend in harmony, and as you say, love, resourcefulness, and the beauty of nature.
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