Pysanky eggs...

 Our sweet friends Kathy and Scott invited us again to make pysanky eggs. They are an artistic group that create the most beautiful designs. My creative leanings don't lend themselves to this direction, but oh! It's such fun to try. 

A special tool applies melted beeswax to the eggs, creating a pattern the dye will not cover. Multiple layers of designs and dyes can be used. The dyes are the most beautiful colors and the people in the group with more talent than I have created the loveliest, most intricate patterns. 

My friend tells us that some of the eggs in this basket are fifty years old. She can lift each egg and tell who created it. The basket is full of beauty, both physically and in lovely memories. 

It was cold and raining hard today with a wild wind. The roads were awash with water in spots, and little brooks flowed along the hillsides where brooks are generally not seen. The trees bobbed and danced in the gusts. We braved the squall to get to the door when we arrived at our destination. It was a happy surprise to see snowdrops blooming by the entryway.

Inside, it was warm and welcoming. They have the coziest house. 

Everywhere one looks, there are books, beauty, art, and comfortable spots that invite a person to curl up and soak up the snugness. Maple sap steamed in huge pots on top of a wood stove boasting dancing flames. A buffet of delicious food awaited, warm brie and crackers, quiche, deviled eggs, raspberry scones, home baked Sally Lunn buns with a drizzle of maple syrup made this season from trees they tapped themselves. Everything was a feast for the senses. 

As the storm raged, we gathered around a sturdy table lit by an abundance of candles. We nibbled, chatted, and created. My new granddaughter was passed from person to person, causing smiles all around. 

We came home with our delicate egg creations, happy hearts, and sweet new memories.