Easter Egg Tree, Second Chapter

Twenty two years ago

we took a Lenten trip to Germany

We were enchanted  with Germany

(the country of my ancestors)

Rottenburg, one of the most picturesque town in Germany

But the thing that enchanted me the most

was the Easter Egg trees in the dining rooms of the bed and breakfasts we stayed at.

Humble branches brought inside

and hung with decorated hens eggs.

It was a tradition that I wanted to embrace

And so, off to Woolworth's we went

(for one of our innkeepers said that that was where theirs had come from)

And I bought a dozen eggs to bring home

For a souvenir and for a tradition

We've always brought branches in

(as the Germans did)

Always put them in either a blue and white ginger jar or a blue and white vase

And hung the eggs from them

And always in the dining room

The eggs, hand painted in Germany

(although they don't say that)

We've had a couple of casualties but we've continued to hang them from our tree

We were happy this weekend to do the Easter Egg Tree, Second Chapter

 As we dyed and decorated real hens eggs

(that we blew out with a needle and lots of deep breaths)

 And decorated with stickers and drawings (or both)

Daughter Sarah, Sarah's mother-in-law, Linda and me!

Grandgirl Lucy kept us company in her high chair

as we worked at the dining room table

One of the things I brought when I came for the visit

was some branches from our redbud tree

Sarah put the vase of branches in the living room

And hung our hand decorated eggs from it's branches.

For Grandgirl Lucy's first Easter

Some day, Lucy, will have Nana's eggs,

the eggs that Nana bought all those years ago in Germany

But until that time, she'll have her own memory eggs

to put on her Easter tree

for we dated them all

And each one of us signed one of them.

It's Monday and I'm joining Susan at Between Naps On the Porch