The sweet smell of hyacinths and trumpet lilies transport me to childhood Easter Sunday sanctuaries, scented with an overpowering fragrance that symbolized joy and redemption! Flowers symbolize this redemptive holiday more to me than mythical Easter bunnies that deliver candy and eggs to good Christian children all over the land on Easter morn.
I admit, I'm a daffodil addict! One cannot have enough of these sunny, joy filled flowers. The sight of them offer proof of making it through yet another long Winter! They can also symbolize victory over death or symbolize the amazing life cycle all living creatures experience. The bulb (or any seed for that matter- wrinkled pea, kale, tiny poppy seed or whatever) looks lifeless and inert when buried in the ground, unseen but not forgotten. Given moisture and nutrients, this buried bulb develops roots. Warmth produces more growth. It emerges, grows, blooms beautifully, passes its peak, withers and apparently dies, but simple observation shows that the cycle repeats over and over again!
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Another scent of Easter is the good smell of bread baking. My Dad always made hot cross buns. I made some egg bread this morning. Above, is "BEFORE" and below is "AFTER!"
Easter Greetings to all and enjoy all the renewed promises this season and its flowers offers!
