If I saw the little bowl by itself, I would think, “oh, that’s just precious!” It’s intricate, delicate, beautiful. But when the egg is placed on it, the beauty of the bowl fades into the background. The egg is infinitely more precious…intricate…and awe inspiring. We know that a human made the bowl and appreciate the talent it took to make it. The egg? Just wow! Made by God with beauty and intricacy that boggles my little brain. And planned to be life–something humans can’t give no matter how arrogantly we try. No wonder eggs are symbols of Easter. The more we contemplate the mysteries of creation and redemption, the more real–AND more mysterious they become. ~Donna Pote Clark (Twitter: @Donna Pote Clark)
Several years ago, a friend gave me several little eggs from her beautiful Silkie hens.
I kept three of them in the refrigerator.
I wondered if they would dehydrate (mummify) or simply rot.
After about a year, they began to rattle when I shook them.
I knew the yolks had separated from the shells.
One night, I decided to place one on an egg stand.
When I reached for the stand, I felt my thumb break through the fragile shell.
I photographed one of the eggs that is much smaller than it appears in the photograph.
There was another, even smaller, green one that some culprit must have broken
Since it disappeared from the refrigerator…
The inside of the egg looks soft and fresh, but it is not.
It is as hard as a rock.
Charlie’s grandmother, MeMe, always colors eggs for the children
in the Easter tradition in which I grew up.
There is something reassuring about the keeping of the old traditions, I think.
This year’s eggs.
MeMe was kind enough to send a photo that I requested.
The kids always forget my request!