Nothing says Easter and gaudy like tulips. In fact they resemble the bright plastic eggs that show up full of candy in children's baskets. My paternal grandmother packed a mean plastic Easter egg. She crammed them full of Hershey's kisses (only one milk chocolate flavor back them) jelly beans, and Spicette gumdrops. I love spice flavored stuff. Imagine my horror when a friend told me that was the candy that was left in his family's Easter basket uneaten. It was the first I ate, well those, and the kisses. I had no idea! I was almost embarrassed by my uncritical taste, but then I thought “I don't care, I love Spicette gumdrops!”. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Kurt! The real plus of plastic eggs was that if I was hunting them, then I was with my cousins, and of course that was a lot of fun.
|Small purple tulips|
At my house we dyed our eggs. Really dyed them. Mother would pull out all the deep old tea cups, the ones we never used and she would boil a huge pot of eggs. We would put a spoonful of vinegar in the bottom of each cup and a few drops of McCormick or French's food coloring. Then we filled the cup up pretty full of boiling water and carefully spooned a boiled egg into the cup. We wanted the water to completely cover the eggs so there wouldn't be a ring left from part of the egg sticking above the dye. Whenever I smell vinegar I flash back to that childhood memory.
It is hard to say which I loved more, coloring the eggs or hunting them. My dad was good at hiding them and it was fun to hunt them with him. But I got to hunt them several times and I only got to dye them once a year, so I guess that was the most special
One year I begged for a store bought Easter basket. Mother caved in and got it. She didn't tell me they were crummy compared to the ones she made up, but I figured it out pretty quickly. Flashy cellophane and ribbon do not take the place of substance.
Tulips feel that way to me, they are showy and what a spectacular range of colors. I have a friend whose favorite flowers are bright purple tulips. But I grew up loving daffodils and narcissus, just a family choice I guess. They are tough, long lasting and very fragrant. Tulips are bright and colorful. Kind of like people I guess. The challenge is to allow both to flourish and take the best from all and look for substance whenever you can.