Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
. . . because you may not even get a chicken! 🙂
I wholeheartedly agree with that statement (although don’t spread that around. I am still on my new ‘exercise and lifestyle’ program and whole, unadulterated ‘real food only’ is the mantra of the moment. So—sssshhhhh). I do actually like carrots as a whole though—as long as they spiced, candied, glazed, roasted or caramelized—preferably with a full roast dinner to back them up. If I have to eat raw carrots they need to be slathered in some yummy kind of dip, otherwise it’s like chewing on a grainy piece of stick—definitely best left for the bunnies.
(I wonder do rabbits actually like carrots? Or do they just eat them because we think they should and so that’s what we feed them? And does the Easter Bunny himself eat carrots do you think? Or does he have some other special kind of diet? Although he is a rabbit, he is also a rabbit who poops chocolate eggs. Which kind of suggests that his main diet is something other than orange and green and leafy . . .)
But I digress (and this early on in the piece that is not a good sign. This could go anywhere . . . or nowhere . . . )
What I was going to start with was—I am not a religious person (the carrot thing was a bit random, I admit) so I don’t really pay much attention to the religious ramifications of the Easter holiday. For me Easter means two extra days off work, hot cross buns on Friday and chocolate Easter eggs (and bunnies, bilbies or anything else chocolate) on Sunday (oh well okay—not only on Sunday . . . ) But I do realise that Easter, for millions of the more devout among us, is, and always will be, indelibly connected to the Passover and the resurrection of Jesus Christ. And that’s all good. I get that.
But you know—and I never really thought much about it until this week—when did the bunny who poops chocolate eggs come in to the story? I don’t remember reading anything about the Easter Bunny in Sunday School. (I know what you’re thinking—it must have been a slow week in Sally’s head—but hey—I can’t always control the random thoughts and questions that pop into my head, okay?)
Anyway, I looked it up. (Pay attention now, this may one day be really important.) It appears that the Easter Bunny has absolutely nothing at all to do with the Bible (shock, horror) but began with the pagan goddess of Spring, ‘Oestre‘. A festival called Eastre was held during the spring equinox by the Saxons in Northern Europe to honour her. Oestre’s earthly symbol was the rabbit (and there’s your bunny connection) which was also known as a symbol of fertility (No? Really? . . . )
The first Easter Bunny legend was documented in the 1500s, and around 1680, the first story about a rabbit laying eggs and hiding them in a garden was published. The legend of the Easter Bunny bringing eggs appears to have made its way to the United States by early German immigrants around the 1700s. The tradition of making nests for the rabbit to lay its eggs in soon followed and eventually, these nests became decorated baskets filled with colorful eggs, sweet treats and other small gifts.
So there you go. The Legend of the Easter Bunny in 2 short paragraphs.
Obviously somewhere along the way someone had a merchandising epiphany and Easter eggs and other Easter paraphernalia now usually start appearing in the shops the day after Christmas and can still be found on the shelves the week before they bring the tinsel out for the following Christmas. (And that is not a complaint, by the way. I would be quite happy if Easter chocolate never came off the supermarket shelves.)
But I don’t want to keep you away from your Easter treats so I am going to sign off now and wish you all, devout and pagan alike, a very happy Easter.
and, finally, remember
There’s nothing better than a good friend, except a good friend with CHOCOLATE.
P.S. On a more serious note—someone from Belgium regularly drops in to read my blog and although I do not know who you are I just wanted to say that we here in Australia have all seen the horrific scenes of what has been happening in Brussels over the last few days. I just want to let you know that I, and many other people around the world are thinking of you all, and sending all good thoughts and prayers your way. Be safe.
Perhaps the poor ‘dumb’ animals in this video link could teach us all a thing or two about living together in harmony.
‘We’re all in this together’
Sally, Mabel, Maude and Molly.