Marble eggs in a blue bowl

Marble, and onyx and calcite...some natural, some dyed, all heavy and satisfying in the hand. These were Mother's- they were out every Easter and some of them at other times of the year. -There has always been a thing for smooth rocks- most of these were collected on travels, various places along the way. My only addition is the tiny dark purple egg in this picture, which came from Boone on Grendel's 13th birthday trip.

I can't quite remember how Mum displayed these at Easter- I remember the beautiful white china bunny family, the white marble pedestal bowl with the tiny doves and spring flowers nestled in it...the beautiful baskets decorated and full of goodness. Other things. I do remember that the eggs were out, I loved to examine them, when Grendel was little he loved to play with them. One of the keystones to him liking rocks so much... he has his own collection of miniature eggs that are made from different types of stones- year 13 was his year of stones- now they are next to his dragons, magical eggs waiting to hatch.

My eggs rest in a big turquoise blue bowl in the middle of our kitchen table. I have always been attracted to the form of the egg, the possibilities of the shell as a surface for creation or a material for transformation. The egg itself supplies the magic binding of baking, or mixing certain types of paint. Hardboiled, they can be deviled, made into salad mild or sharp, or turned delightfully purple with pickled beets. Sunny side up, over easy or poached- golden on toast, churned and scrambled, teased into a souffle, folded into an omelet or the creamy wonders of quiche.

Wild bird eggs, tiny and blue, tucked away in a nest. Warm brown eggs from the chicken down the road- the huge ostrich egg Daddy sent me, carefully decorated Psyanka eggs, tiny spotted quail eggs from the Asian market and the magical 1000 year eggs that are dark green like avocados. (I like to look at them, but I haven't been brave enough to try one yet...) Comfort and sustainability, promise of spring time and the sun in the shell, blessings in a blue bowl.